"It's the children I think of!" said Mrs. Orgreave softly.
"Pity the men don't!" Mr. Orgreave murmured, without raising his head.
"Don't what?" Hilda asked defiantly.
"Think of the children."
Bridling, but silent, Hilda opened the sheet, and searched round and about its columns with the embarrassed bewilderment of one unaccustomed to the perusal of newspapers.
"Look on page three--first column," said Mr. Orgreave.
"That's all about racing," said Hilda.
"Oh dear, dear!" from the bed.
"Well, second column."
"The Potters' Strike. The men's leaders," she read the headlines. "There isn't much of it."