Can't even have the food and clothes they need.
People have asked me why—that's why it is
I've done my shopping in the city lately.
You meet them in the stores and on the streets.
And they're so thin, so worn with the long strike.
Just think of children crying for mere bread!
It's horrible. I thought this afternoon
As I stood at the window looking out—
Through the first snow the motor cars came up.
I don't believe they even noticed it.
It means so little to them. It's just snow.
But in the workers' homes—I just can't think
Of God as looking down with unconcern.
I couldn't love Him if I thought He could.
Mrs. Orr.
I don't know what we're ever going to do.
Mrs. Egerton.
If only some strong, gifted man would come
And show us how, show us all how to live.
We'd all be so much happier than we are.
Mrs. Orr.
I wish to goodness I could shut my ears
And never hear that 'Help the world' again.
You can't pick up a book or magazine,
Even a fashion journal, or go out
To see your friends, it seems——
(The men are seen coming down the stairs, the Governor and the Bishop on either side of Egerton. They are all laughing and having a good time)
Mrs. Egerton.
I'm very sorry.
It isn't the place. But I've been so distraught.
Let us go in and put it all away.
And you must never mention it. I can't bear
To think of people talking.