You might as well teach a Zulu lace-work, instead of the use of the assagai." "Now look here, Mr.Risley," said the school-master, his face flushing, "is not--I beg your pardon, of course--this view of yours a little narrow and ultra-conservative?
You do not want to establish a permanent factory-operative class in this country, do you?
That is what your theory would ultimately tend towards.

Ought not these children be given their chance to rise in the ranks; ought they to be condemned to tread in the same path as their fathers ?" "I would have those little paths which intersect every unoccupied field in this locality worn by the feet of these men and their children after them unto the third and fourth generation," said Risley.

"If not, where is our skilled labor ?" "Oh, Mr.Risley," said Mrs.Lloyd, anxiously, "you wouldn't want all those dear little children to work as hard as their fathers, and not do any better, would you ?" "If they don't, who is going to make our shoes, dear Mrs.Lloyd ?" asked Risley.
Mrs.Lloyd and the school-master stared at him, and Lloyd laughed his low, almost mirthless laugh.
"Don't you know, Edward," he said, "that Mr.Risley is not in earnest, and speaks with the deadly intent of an anarchist with a bomb in his bag?
He is the most out-and-out radical in the country.
If there were a strike, and I did not yield to the demands of the oppressed, and imported foreign labor, I don't know that my life would be safe from him." "Then you do approve of a higher education ?" asked the school-master, while Mrs.Lloyd stared from one to the other in bewilderment.
"Yes, if we and our posterity have to go barefoot," said Risley, laughing out with a sudden undertone of seriousness.
"I suppose everybody could get accustomed to going barefoot after a while," said Mrs.Lloyd.

"Do you suppose that dear little thing was barefooted when she ran away, Cynthia ?" Risley answered as if he had been addressed.

"I can vouch for the fact that she was not, Mrs.Lloyd," he said.