Poor lad! He hated mill life." "He ought at least to remember what his grandfather and father thought of Hatton Mill.

Why, mother, on his twenty-first birthday, father solemnly told him the story of the mill and how it was the seal and witness between our God and our family--yet he would bring strangers into our work! I'll have no partner in it--not the best man in England! Yet Harry would share it with the Naylors, a horse-racing, betting, irreligious crowd, who have made their money in byways all their generations.

Power of God! Only to think of it! Only to think of it! Harry ought to be ashamed of himself--he ought that." "Now, John, my dear lad, I will not hear Harry blamed when he is not here to speak for himself--no, I will not! Wait till he is, and it will be fair enough then to say what you want to.

I am Harry's mother, and I will see he gets fair play.

I will that.