"Look at those dreadful things with flames coming out; and oh, Eleanor! there's fire coming out of the ground there.

And look at that man opening that great oven door! Oh, what a fire! And what's he poking in it for?
And do look! all the men are black.

And what a frightful noise everything makes!" Eleanor was looking all the time, but with a complacent expression.

She only said, "It is a very busy place.

I hear trade's good just now, too." And, "You should see the furnaces at night, Margery, lighting up all the hills.