“Now, George,” called Mrs. Stott, “look at that. It’s Mrs. ’Arrison’s boy what Mrs. Reade’s spoke about. Now, is ’e anythink like ...” she paused, “any think like ’im?” and she indicated the cradle in the sitting-room.
“What’s ’e want, ’angin’ round ’ere?” replied Stott, disregarding the comparison. “’Ere, get off,” he called, and he went into the garden and picked up a stick.
CHAPTER VI
HIS FATHER’S DESERTION
I
The strongest of all habits is that of acquiescence. It is this habit of submission which explains the admired patience and long-suffering of the abjectly poor. The lower the individual falls, the more unconquerable becomes the inertia of mind which interferes between him and revolt against his condition. All the miseries of the flesh, even starvation, seem preferable to the making of an effort great enough to break this habit of submission.
Ginger Stott was not poor. For a man in his station of life he was unusually well provided for, but in him the habit of acquiescence was strongly rooted. Before his son was a year old, Stott had grown to loathe his home, to dread his return to it, yet it did not occur to him until another year had passed that he could, if he would, set up another establishment on his own account; that he could, for instance, take a room in Ailesworth, and leave his wife and child in the cottage. For two years he did not begin to think of this idea, and then it was suddenly forced upon him.