I'm sure you have plenty to worry you with the mill and its workers." "I hev, sir, that I hev, and all the more because Lucius Yorke hes been here while you were away and he left a promise with the lads and lassies to come again and give you a bit of his mind when you bed finished your laking and larking and could at least frame yourself to watch the men and women working for you.

Yorke is a sly one--you ought to watch him." John smiled, dropped his eyes, and began to turn his paper-knife about.
"Well, Jonathan," he answered, "when Yorke comes, tell him John Hatton will be pleased to know his mind.

I do not think, Jonathan, that he knows it himself, for I have noticed that he has turned his back on his own words several times since he gave me his mind a year ago." "Well, sir, a man's mind can grow, just as his body grows." "I know that--but it can grow in a wrong direction as easily as in a right one.

Now I must attend to my secretary; he sent me word that there was a large mail waiting." "I'll warrant it.

Mr.Henry hesn't been near the mill since Friday morning," and with these words the overseer lifted his books and records and left the room.
John sat very still with bent head; he shut his eyes and turned them on his heart, but it was not long before his thoughtful face was brightened by a smile as he whispered to himself, "I must hear what Harry has to say before I judge him.