"Still—I'd like to see it work out," Eleanore persisted. "Do you happen to know the wives of any labor leaders?"
"I do," Joe answered quickly. "The wife of the biggest man we've got. Jim Marsh arrived in town last night. His wife is with him. She always is."
"Now are you satisfied, dear?" Sue asked. But Eleanore smiled and shook her head.
"Is Mrs. Marsh a radical, too—I mean an agitator?" she asked. Joe's face had clouded a little.
"Not exactly," he replied. Eleanore's eyes were attentive now:
"Do you know her well, Joe?"
"I've met her——"
"I'd like to meet her, too," she said. "And find out how she likes her life."
"I think I know what you'd find," said Sue, in her old cocksure, superior manner. "I guess she likes it well enough——"
"Still, dear," Eleanore murmured, "instead of taking things for granted it would be interesting, I think, in all this talk to have one look at a little real life."