"No, I didn't—more fool I!" said Molly. "Talking a lot of rubbish, and getting him to go along with the rest, when he wouldn't have done it but for me! O yes, he'd hear me then; but he won't hear me now. I just wish I'd bitten off my tongue first! You don't look as if you'd come to the end of everything yet, Mrs. Holdfast."
"No," said Sarah quietly. "It isn't John's fault he can't work; and he's been helped."
"He ain't at work yet."
"His arm isn't well enough. It's been business—longer than we thought. The doctor says he'll have to rest it yet awhile."
"Everybody knows how that came about," said Molly.
Sarah was silent.
"Some folks do say it was an accident. But everybody knows. It was the men—because your husband wouldn't join 'em."
"Maybe," Sarah said in constrained tones. "Well——all we can do is to—"
"Have the law out of 'em! But you can't!" said Molly.
"No. We can't; for John doesn't know who it was. Any way, we've got to forgive them."