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Chapter 9
AndthentheygotothePrimitiveChapelintheirtwo-guineahat,girlsaswouldhavebeenproudofathree-and-sixpennyoneinmyday.IheardthatatthePrimitiveMethodistanniversarythisyear,whentheyhaveabuilt-upplatformfortheSundaySchoolchildren,likeagrandstandgoingalmostuptoth’ceiling,IheardMissThompson,whohasthefirstclassofgirlsintheSundaySchool,saythere’dbeoverathousandpoundsinnewSundayclothessittingonthatplatform!Andtimesarewhattheyare!Butyoucan’tstopthem.They’remadforclothes.Andboysthesame.Theladsspendeverypennyonthemselves,clothes,smoking,drinkingintheMiners’Welfare,jauntingofftoSheffieldtwoorthreetimesaweek.Why,it’sanotherworld.Andtheyfearnothing,andtheyrespectnothing,theyoungdon’t.Theoldermenarethatpatientandgood,really,theyletthewomentakeeverything.Andthisiswhatitleadsto.Thewomenarepositivedemons.Buttheladsaren’tliketheirdads.They’resacrificingnothing,theyaren’t:they’reallforself.Ifyoutellthemtheyoughttobeputtingabitby,forahome,theysay:That’llkeep,thatwill,I’mgoin’t’enjoymyselfwhileIcan.Owtelse’llkeep!Oh,they’reroughan’selfish,ifyoulike.Everythingfallsontheoldermen,an’it’sabadoutlookallround.’
Cliffordbegantogetanewideaofhisownvillage.Theplacehadalwaysfrightenedhim,buthehadthoughtitmoreorlessstable.Now--?
’IstheremuchSocialism,Bolshevism,amongthepeople?’heasked.
’Oh!’saidMrsBolton,’youhearafewloud-mouthedones.
