chance. Yes, sir, there's to be a knowin' why if she don't get what she
wants. In the four factories there's two hundred and ninety-three
voters, John Armitage says, and they're solid to a man for Miss Cary.
Just tell 'em that for me, will you? Good-night. Come on, children! I
wonder where McDougal is? A dead chicken's got more spirit in company
than he has! Good-night, Miss Cary, and don't forget we're expectin' of
you to tea to-morrow night. Peggy ain't slept for a week thinkin' about
it."

At the door a group of men stood talking. "Regular hunks, weren't
they?" said Mr. Jernigan, taking his pipe out of his pocket and knocking
the bowl against the palm of his hand. "And she didn't waste words in
throwing them out, either. Fifty thousand dollars in bonds asked for as
cool as snow, and looking like a blush-rose when she did it. Fifty
thousand dollars, too, handed out for a gift like 'twas an every-day
thing for Yorkburg to get it. She said she had a surprise for us. 'Twas
a cracker-jack. Wish one of that kind would knock me in the head! Taxes
increased from $1.25 to $1.35! George, it does you good to hear the
stuff called for like that. Them that's got it ought to pay for having!"

"But she believes in everybody paying. Don't you remember the day she
come down to the mills at lunch-time and told us we oughtn't to ask for
a reading-room where books from the library up on King Street could
be got without our goin' for 'em, unless we were willin' to help pay
for the keep of the room? Don't you remember? I do." And Mr. Flournoy
took the match held out by Mr. Jernigan and passed it on to the man
standing next.

"Yes, I remember. She made us all chip in. Right, too. It costs forty
dollars a month to run that room, and we don't pay but twenty. Don't