Look at your brother, a-runnin' around to socialist meetin's, an' chewin' hot air, an' diggin' up extra strike dues to the union that means so much bread out of the mouths of his children, instead of makin' good with his bosses.

Why, the dues he pays would keep me in seventeen pairs of shoes if I was nannygoat enough to want 'em.

Some day, mark my words, he'll get his time, an' then what'll we do?
What'll I do, with five mouths to feed an' nothin' comin' in ?" She stopped, out of breath but seething with the tirade yet to come.
"Oh, Sarah, please won't you shut the door ?" Saxon pleaded.
The door slammed violently, and Saxon, ere she fell to crying again, could hear her sister-in-law lumbering about the kitchen and talking loudly to herself..