“And you told me that the only way to escape from that was to live for others—to serve them and help them. And isn't that what I'm trying to do?”
“Yes, my boy, that is so. But what can we do?”
“Why, doctor, aren't you the head of the church? And the people come to you to be taught. You must point out these things to them, so that there can be a change.”
“But WHAT change, Samuel?”
“I don't know, sir. I'm groping around and trying to find out. But I'm sure of one thing—that some people have got too much money. Why, Dr. Vince, there are people right in your church who have more than they could spend in hundreds of years.”
“Perhaps so,” said the other. “But what harm does that do?”
“Why—that's the reason that so many others have nothing! Only realize it—right at this very moment there are people starving to death—and here in Lockmanville! They want to work, and there is no work for them! I could take you to see them, sir—girls who want a job in Mr. Wygant's cotton mill, and he won't give it to them!”
“But, my boy—that isn't Mr. Wygant's fault! It's because there is too much cloth already.”
“I've been thinking about that,” said Samuel earnestly. “And it doesn't sound right to me. There are too many people who need good clothes. Look at poor Sophie, for instance!”
“Yes,” said the other, “of course. But they haven't money to buy the cloth—-”