John took dinner with his mother, and as they
were eating it, Mrs. Hatton said, "I suppose Jane is at Thirsk Hall tonight."
"Yes," answered John. "I refused the invitation. I could not think of feasting and dancing with the cry of War and Famine at my door."
"You are saying too much, John. Neither war nor famine can touch you."
"If it touches those who work for me and with me, it touches me. I must think of them as well as myself."
"How is little Martha? I never see her now."
"Jane keeps her at her own side. She has many fine new ideas about the bringing up of children."
"Did she take Martha to Thirsk with her?"
"Not likely. I hope not."
"Hum-m!!"