They were standing together and on every face there was a quiet
steadfastness that was very impressive. John went close to them so that
he seemed to mingle with them. "Men and women," he said, "I have done my
best."
"Thou hes, and we all know it."
It was Timothy Briggs, the manager of the engine room, who spoke, a man
of many years and many experiences. "Thou hes done all a man could do,"
he added, "and we are more than a bit proud of thee."
"I do not think we shall be long idle," continued John, "and when we
open the gates again, there will be spinning and weaving work that will
keep the looms busy day and night. And the looms will be in fine order
to begin work at an hour's notice. When the first bell rings, I shall be
at my desk; let me see how quickly you will all be at your looms again."
"How long, master, will it be till we hear the sound of the bell again?"
"Say till midsummer. I do not think it will be longer. No, I do not. Let
us bear the trial as cheerfully as we can. I am not going a mile from
Hatton, and if any man or woman has a trouble I can lighten, let them
come to me.
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