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Sundayshe said to Nancy Ellen as they washed the

breakfast dishes, while the men smoked on the veranda: "Nancy

Ellen, I don't believe I was ever cut out for a rich woot a chance, I wish YOU had it, and I had THIS This just

suits my style to a T"

"Tell me about it," said Nancy Ellen

Kate told all she could remember

"You don't mean to say you didn't LIKE it?" cried Nancy Ellen

"I didn't say anything," said Kate, "but if I were saying exactly

what I feel, you'd know I despise it all"

"Why, Kate Barnes!" cried the horrified Nancy Ellen, "Whatever do

you h to put it to you clearly," said Kate,

"but so

soins with the men who do the work,

and thein the sarows, on that basis It's the

laborer, living on his hire, and thein daily contact The contrast is

too great, the space is too set the

life crowded out of him at every turn, and it isn't always the

work hand in the factory The s eat each other for