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needed the money he would be able to earn if there was anything to do。 Strange though it may appear to the advocates of thrift； although he had been so fortunate as to be in employment when so many others were idle； they had not saved any money。 On the contrary； during all the summer they had not been able to afford to have proper food or clothing。 Every week most of the money went to pay arrears of rent or some other debts； so that even whilst he was at work they had often to go without some of the necessaries of life。 They had broken boots； shabby； insufficient clothing； and barely enough to eat。
The weather had become so bitterly cold that； fearing he would be laid up if he went without it any longer； he took his overcoat out of pawn； and that week they had to almost starve。 Not that it was much better other weeks； for lately he had only been making six and a half hours a day … from eight…thirty in the morning till four o'clock in the evening； and on Saturday only four and a half hours … from half past eight till one。 This made his wages … at sevenpence an hour … twenty…one shillings and sevenpence a week … that is； when there was work to do every day； which was not always。 Sometimes they had to stand idle three days out of six。 The wages of those who got sixpence halfpenny came out at one pound and twopence … when they worked every day … and as for those who … like Sawkins … received only fivepence； their week's wages amounted to fifteen and sixpence。
When they were only employed for two or three days or perhaps only a few hours； their ‘Saturday night' sometimes amounted to half a sovereign； seven and sixpence； five shillings or even less。 Then most of them said that it was better than nothing at all。
Many of them were married men； so； in order to make existence possible； their wives went out charing or worked in laundries。 They had children whom they had to bring up for the most part on ‘skim' milk； bread； margarine； and adulterated tea。 Many of these children … little mites of eight or nine years … went to work for two or three hours in the morning before going to school； the same in the evening after school； and all day on Saturday； carrying butchers' trays loaded with meat； baskets of groceries and vegetables； cans of paraffin oil； selling or delivering newspapers； and carrying milk。 As soon as they were old enough they got Half Time certificates and directly they were fourteen they left school altogether and went to work all the day。 When they were old enough some of them tried to join the Army or Navy； but were found physically unfit。
It is not much to be wondered at that when they became a little older they were so degenerate intellectually that they imagined that the surest way to obtain better conditions would be to elect gangs of Liberal and Tory land…grabbers； sweaters； swindlers and lawyers to rule over them。
When Owen arrived at the yard he found Bert White cleaning out the dirty pots in the paint…shop。 The noise he made with the scraping knife prevented him from hearing Owen's approach and the latter stood watching him for some minutes without speaking。 The stone floor of the paint shop was damp and shiny and the whole place was chilly as a tomb。 The boy was trembling with cold and he looked pitifully undersized and frail as he bent over his work with an old apron girt about him。 Because it was so cold he was wearing his jacket with the ends of the sleeves turned back to keep them clean； or to prevent them getting any dirtier； for they were already in the same condition as the rest of his attire； which was thickly encrusted with dried paint of many colours； and his hands and fingernails were grimed with it。
As he watched the poor boy bending over his task； Owen thought of Frankie； and with a feeling akin to terror wondered whether he would ever be in a similar plight。
When he saw Owen； the boy left off working and wished him good morning； remarking that it was very cold。
‘Why don't you light a fire？ There's lots of wood lying about the yard。'
‘No；' said Bert shaking his head。 ‘That would never do！ Misery wouldn't 'arf ramp if 'e caught me at it。 I used to 'ave a fire 'ere last winter till Rushton found out； and 'e kicked up an orful row and told me to move meself and get some work done and then I wouldn't feel the cold。'
‘Oh； he said that； did he？' said Owen； his pale face becoming suddenly suffused with blood。 ‘We'll see about that。'
He went out into the yard and crossing over to where … under a shed … there was a great heap of waste wood； stuff that had been taken out of places where Rushton & Co。 had made alterations； he gathered an armful of it and was returning to the paintshop when Sawkins accosted him。
‘You mustn't go burnin' any of that； you know！ That's all got to be saved and took up to the bloke's house。 Misery spoke about it only this mornin'。'
Owen did not answer him。 He carried the wood into the shop and after throwing it into the fireplace he poured some old paint over it； and； applying a match； produced a roaring fire。 Then he brought in several more armfuls of wood and piled them in a corner of the shop。 Bert took no part in these proceedings； and at first rather disapproved of them because he was afraid there would be trouble when Misery came； but when the fire was an accomplished fact he warmed his hands and shifted his work to the other side of the bench so as to get the benefit of the heat。
Owen waited for about half an hour to see if Hunter would return； but as that disciple did not appear； he decided not to wait any longer。 Before leaving he gave Bert some instructions：
‘Keep up the fire with all the old paint that you can scrape off those things and any other old paint or rubbish that's here； and whenever it grows dull put more wood on。 There's a lot of old stuff here that's of no use except to be thrown away or burnt。 Burn it all。 If Hunter says anything； tell him that I lit the fire； and that I told you to keep it burning。 If you want more wood； go out and take it。'
‘All right；' replied Bert。
On his way out Owen spoke to Sawkins。 His manner was so menacing； his face so pale； and there was such a strange glare in his eyes； that the latter thought of the talk there had been about Owen being mad； and felt half afraid of him。
‘I am going to the office to see Rushton； if Hunter comes here； you say I told you to tell him that if I find the boy in that shop again without a fire； I'll report it to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children。 And as for you； if the boy comes out here to get more wood； don't you attempt to interfere with him。'
‘I don't want to interfere with the bloody kid；' grunted Sawkins。 ‘It seems to me as if he's gorn orf 'is bloody crumpet；' he added as he watched Owen walking rapidly down the street。 ‘I can't understand why people can't mind their own bloody business： anyone would think the boy belonged to 'IM。'
That was just how the matter presented itself to Owen。 The idea that it was his own child who was to be treated in this way possessed and infuriated him as he strode savagely along。 In the vicinity of the Slave Market on the Grand Parade he passed … without seei