"There's the ladies," she said feebly.
Joe jeered.
"You know the ladies. So do I. Might as lief look for help to the Church straight off."
"There's One Above."
"Aye, there's One Above. And He stays there too and don't fash Himself over them below—not over you and me and our class any road."
His tone that had been mocking became suddenly serious.
"Nay, there's nobbut one thing now atween you and them and Work-house."
She peeped, faintly inquisitive.
"What's that?"
"The arm of a Lancasheer lad."