If we can't have our own man, I am all for
the Nobs against the Middle Class."
"We'll have our own man soon, I expect," said Harriet. "If
the people don't work, how are the aristocracy to pay the
police?"
"Only think!" said Widow Carey shaking her head. "Why, at
your time of life, my dears, we never even heard of these
things, much less talked of them."
"I should think you didn't, widow, and because why?" said
Julia; "because there was no march of mind then. But we know
the time of day now as well as any of them."
"Lord, my dear," said Mrs Carey; "what's the use of all that?
What we want is, good wages and plenty to do; and as for the
rest, I don't grudge the Queen her throne, nor the noblemen
and gentlemen their good things. Live and let live say I."
"Why, you are a regular oligarch, widow," said Harriet.
"Well, Miss Harriet," replied Mrs Carey, a little nettled;
"'tisn't calling your neighbours names that settles any
question. I'm quite sure that Julia will agree to that, and
Caroline too. And perhaps I might call you something if I
chose, Miss Harriet; I've heard things said before this, that
I should blush to say, and blush to hear too. But I won't
demean myself, no I won't.
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