“For what?”
“For doing my duty.”
“Come, papa. We’ll go home.”
Peter surrendered. “There were some substitutes for strikers in freight cars that were fitted up with bunks. The strikers fastened the doors on them, and pushed them into a car-shed.”
“And what did you do?”
“We rolled the cars back.”
“I don’t think that was much. Nothing to give a sword for. Now, have you anything more to show us?”
“No. I have a spare room, and Jenifer has a kitchen and sleeping place beyond, but they are not worth showing.”
They went out into the little square hall, and so into the study. Leonore began unfolding her gloves.
“I’ve had a very nice time,” she said. “I think I shall come again very often, I like down-town New York.” Leonore was making her first trip to it, so that she spoke from vast knowledge.