yet？〃
  〃I　put　the　last　pineapple　in　place　the　day　before　Christmas。　　Do　you
  remember　the　pineapples？〃
  She　nodded。　　〃And　the　house？　and　the　garden？〃
  〃Oh；　those　will　never　be　finished。　　I　shouldn't　have　anything　more　to
  do。〃
  〃Is　thatall　you　do？〃　she　asked。
  〃It's　more　important　than　anything　else。　　But　you　have　you　been　back　to
  Silliston　since　I　saw　you？　　I've　been　waiting　for　another　call。〃
  〃You　haven't　even　thought　of　me　since；〃　she　was　moved　to　reply　in　the
  same　spirit。
  〃Haven't　I？〃　he　exclaimed。　　〃I　wondered；　when　I　came　up　here　to　Hampton；
  whether　I　mightn't　meet　youand　here　you　are！　　Doesn't　that　prove　it？〃
  She　laughed；　somewhat　surprised　at　the　ease　with　which　he　had　diverted
  her；　drawn　her　out　of　the　tense；　emotional　mood　in　which　he　had
  discovered　her。　　As　before；　he　puzzled　her；　but　the　absence　of　any
  flirtatious　suggestion　in　his　talk　gave　her　confidence。　　He　was　just
  friendly。
  〃Sometimes　I　hoped　I　might　see　you　in　Hampton；〃　she　ventured。
  〃Well；　here　I　am。　　I　heard　the　explosion；　and　came。〃
  〃The　explosion！　　The　strike！〃　she　exclaimed；　suddenly　enlightened。　　〃Now
  I　remember！　　You　said　something　about　Hampton　being　nitro…glycerine
  human　nitro…glycerine。　　You　predicted　this　strike。〃
  〃Did　I？　perhaps　I　did；〃　he　assented。　　〃Maybe　you　suggested　the　idea。〃
  〃I　suggested　it！　　Oh　no；　I　didn'tit　was　new　to　me；　it　frightened　me　at
  the　time；　but　it　started　me　thinking　about　a　lot　of　things　that　had　never
  occurred　to　me。〃
  〃You　might　have　suggested　the　idea　without　intending　to；　you　know。　　There
  are　certain　people　who　inspire　propheciesperhaps　you　are　one。〃
  His　tone　was　playful；　but　she　was　quick　to　grasp　at　an　inferencesince
  his　glance　was　fixed　on　the　red　button　she　wore。
  〃You　meant　that　I　would　explode；　too！〃
  〃Oh　nonothing　so　terrible　as　that；〃　he　disclaimed。　　〃And　yet　most　of　us
  have　explosives　stored　away　inside　of　usinstincts；　impulses　and　all
  that　sort　of　thing　that　won't　stand　too　much　bottling…up。〃
  〃Yes；　I've　joined　the　strike。〃　　She　spoke　somewhat　challengingly；　though
  she　had　an　uneasy　feeling　that　defiance　was　somewhat　out　of　place　with
  him。　　〃I　suppose　you　think　it　strange；　since　I'm　not　a　foreigner　and
  haven't　worked　in　the　mills。　　But　I　don't　see　why　that　should　make　any
  difference　if　you　believe　that　the　workers　haven't　had　a　chance。〃
  〃No　difference；〃　he　agreed；　pleasantly；　〃no　difference　at　all。〃
  〃Don't　you　sympathize　with　the　strikers？〃　she　insisted。　　〃Orare　you　on
  the　other　side；　the　side　of　the　capitalists？〃
  〃I？　　I'm　a　spectatoran　innocent　bystander。〃
  〃You　don't　sympathize　with　the　workers？〃　she　cried。
  〃Indeed　I　do。　　I　sympathize　with　everybody。〃
  〃With　the　capitalists？〃
  〃Why　not？〃
  〃Why　not？　　Because　they've　had　everything　their　own　way；　they've
  exploited　the　workers；　deceived　and　oppressed　them；　taken　all　the
  profits。〃　　She　was　using　glibly　her　newly　acquired　labour　terminology。
  〃Isn't　that　a　pretty　good　reason　for　sympathizing　with　them？〃　he
  inquired。
  〃What　do　you　mean？〃
  〃Well；　I　should　think　it　might　be　difficult　to　be　happy　and　have　done　all
  that。　　At　any　rate；　it　isn't　my　notion　of　happiness。　　Is　it　yours？〃
  For　a　moment　she　considered　this。
  〃Nonot　exactly；〃　she　admitted。　　〃But　they　seem　happy；〃　she　insisted
  vehemently；　〃they　have　everything　they　want　and　they　do　exactly　as　they
  please　without　considering　anybody　except　themselves。　　What　do　they　care
  how　many　they　starve　and　make　miserable？　　Youyou　don't　know；　you　can't
  know　what　it　is　to　be　driven　and　used　and　flung　away！〃
  Almost　in　tears；　she　did　not　notice　his　puzzled　yet　sympathetic　glance。
  〃The　operatives；　the　workers　create　all　the　wealth；　and　the　capitalists
  take　it　from　them；　from　their　wives　and　children。〃
  〃Now　I　know　what　you've　been　doing；〃　he　said　accusingly。　　〃You've　been
  studying　economics。〃
  Her　brow　puckered。
  〃Studying　what？〃
  〃Economicsthe　distribution　of　wealth。　　It's　enough　to　upset　anybody。〃
  〃But　I'm　not　upset；〃　she　insisted；　smiling　in　spite　of　herself　at　his
  comical　concern。
  〃It's　very　exciting。　　I　remember　reading　a　book　once　on　economics　and
  such　things；　and　I　couldn't　sleep　for　a　week。　　It　was　called　‘The
  Organization　of　Happiness；'　I　believe；　and　it　described　just　how　the
  world　ought　to　be　arrangedand　isn't。　　I　thought　seriously　of　going　to
  Washington　and　telling　the　President　and　Congress　about　it。〃
  〃It　wouldn't　have　done　any　good；〃　said　Janet。
  〃No；　I　realized　that。〃
  〃The　only　thing　that　will　do　any　good　is　to　strike　and　keep　on　striking
  until　the　workers　own　the　millstake　everything　away　from　the
  capitalists。〃
  〃It's　very　simple；〃　he　agreed；　〃much　simpler　than　the　book　I　read。
  That's　what　they　call　syndicalism；　isn't　it？〃
  〃Yes。〃　　She　was　conscious　of　his　friendliness；　of　the　fact　that　his
  skepticism　was　not　cynical；　yet　she　felt　a　strong　desire　to　convince　him；
  to　vindicate　her　new　creed。　　〃There's　a　man　named　Rolfe；　an　educated　man
  who's　lived　in　Italy　and　England；　who　explains　it　wonderfully。　　He's　one
  of　the　I。W。W。　leadersyou　ought　to　hear　him。〃
  〃Rolfe　converted　you？　　I'll　go　to　hear　him。〃
  〃Yesbut　you　have　to　feel　it；　you　have　to　know　what　it　is　to　be　kept
  down　and　crushed。　　If　you'd　only　stay　here　awhile　〃
  〃Oh；　I　intend　to；〃　he　replied。
  She　could　not　have　said　why；　but　she　felt　a　certain　relief　on　hearing
  this。
  〃Then　you'll　see　for　yourself！〃　she　cried。　　〃I　guess　that's　what　you've
  come　for；　isn't　it？〃
  〃Well；　partly。　　To　tell　the　truth；　I've　come　to　open　a　restaurant。〃
  〃To　open　a　restaurant！〃　　Somehow　she　was　unable　to　imagine　him　as　the
  proprietor　of　a　restaurant。　　〃But　isn't　it　rather　a　bad　time？〃　she
  gasped。
  〃I　don't　look　as　if　I　had　an　eye　for　businessdo　I？　　But　I　have。　　No；
  it's　a　good　timeso　many　people　will　be　hungry；　especially　children。
  I'm　going　to　open　a　restaurant　for　children。　　Oh；　it　will　be　very　modest；
  of　courseI　suppose　I　ought　to　call　it　a　soup　kitchen。〃
  〃Oh！〃　she　exclaimed；　staring　at　him。　　〃Then　you　really〃　the　sentence
  remained　unfinished。　　〃I'm　sorry；〃　she　said　simply。　　〃You　made　me
  think〃
  〃Oh；　you　mustn't　pay　any　attention　to　what　I　say。　　Come　'round　and　see　my
  establishment；　Number　77　　Dey　Street；　one　flight　up；　no　elevator。　　Will
  you？〃
  She　laughed　tremulously　as　he　took　her　hand。
  〃Yes　indeed；　I　will；〃　she　promised。　　And　she　stood　awhile　staring　after
  him。　　She　was　glad　he　had　come　to　Hampton；　and　yet　she　did　not　even　know
  his　name。
  CHAPTER　XVI
  She　had　got　another　placesuch　was　the　explanation　of　her　new　activities
  Janet　gave　to　Hannah；　who　received　it　passively。　　And　the　question
  dreaded　about　Ditmar　was　never　asked。　　Hannah　had　become　as　a　child；
  performing　her　tasks　by　the　momentum　of　habituation；　occasionally　talking
  simply　of　trivial；　every…day　affairs；　as　though　the　old　life　were　going
  on　continuously。　　At　times；　indeed；　she　betrayed　concern　about　Edward；
  wondering　whether　he　were　comfortable　at　the　mill；　and　she　washed　and
  darned　the　clothes　he　sent　home　by　messenger。　　She　hoped　he　would　not
  catch　cold。　　Her　suffering　seemed　to　have　relaxed。　　It　was　as　though　the
  tortured　portion　of　her　brain　had　at　length　been　seared。　　To　Janet；　her
  mother's　condition　when　she　had　time　to　think　of　itwas　at　once　a　relief
  and　a　new　and　terrible　source　of　anxiety。
  Mercifully；　however；　she　had　little　leisure　to　reflect　on　that　tragedy；
  else　her　own　sanity　might　have　been　endangered。　　As　soon　as　breakfast　was
  over　she　hurried　across　the　city　to　the　Franco…Belgian　Hall；　and　often
  did　not　return　until　nine　o'clock　at　night；　usually　so　tired　that　she
  sank　into　bed　and　fell　asleep。　　For　she　threw　herself　into　her　new
  labours　with　the　desperate　energy　that　seeks　forgetfulness；　not　daring　to
  pause　to　think　about　herself；　to　reflect　upon　what　the　future　might　hold
  for　her　when　the　strike　should　be　over。　　Nor　did　she　confine　herself　to
  typewriting；　but；　as　with　Ditmar；　constantly　assumed　a　greater　burden　of
  duty；　helping　Czernowitzwho　had　the　work　of　five　menwith　his
  accounts；　with　the　distribution　of　the　funds　to　the　ever…increasing
  number　of　the　needy　who　were　facing　starvation。　　The　money　was　paid　out
  to　them　in　proportion　to　the　size　of　their　families；　as　the　strike　became
  more　and　more　effective　their　number　increased　until　many　mills　had
  closed；　other　mills；　including　the　Chippering；　were　still　making　a
  desperate　attempt　to　operate　their　looms；　and　sixteen　thousand　operatives
  were　idle。　　She　grew　to　know　these　operatives　who　poured　all　day　long　in
  a　steady　stream　through　Headquarters；　she　heard　their　stories；　she
  entered　into　their　lives；　she　made　decisions。　　Some；　even　in　those　early
  days　of　the　strike；　were　frauds；　were　hiding　their　savings；　but　for　the
  most　part　investigation　revealed　an　appalling　destitution；　a　resolution
  to　suffer　for　the　worker's　cause。　　A　few　complained；　the　majority　were
  resigned；　some　indeed　showed　exaltation　and　fire；　were　undaunted　by　the
  task　of　picketing　in　the　cold　mornings；　by　the　presence　of　the　soldiery。
  In　this　work　of　dealing　with　the　operatives　Janet　had　the　advice　and　help
  of　Anna　Mower；　a　young　woman　who　herself　had　been　a　skilled　operative　in
  the　Clarendon　Mill；　and　who　was　giving　evidence　of　unusual　qualities　of
  organization