"I know several millions of people that have to. And most of them have children too."
"And you'd expect to live like that?"
"No better," was his answer. My father turned to him slowly as though he had not heard just right.
"But as a matter of fact," I went on, "you wouldn't have to, would you? You'd expect Sue to earn money as well as yourself."
"I hope so—if she wants to—it's my idea of a woman's life."
"And the work you hope she'll enter will be the kind you believe in—organizing labor and taking an active part in strikes?"
"Yes. She's a good speaker——"
"I see. And if you were out of a job at times you'd be willing to let her support you?"
Sue angrily half rose from her chair, but Joe with a grim move of his hand said softly, "Sit down and try to stand this. Let's get it over and done with." Then he turned quietly back to me.
"Why yes—I'd let her support me," he said.