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‘As I was going home I heard that Makehaste and Sloggit are going to start a large job on Monday； so I thought I'd run over and let you know。'
‘Are they？' said Linden。 ‘I'll go and see them in the morning。 But I'm afraid I won't stand much chance； because a lot of their regular hands are waiting for a job； but I'll go and see 'em all the same。'
‘Well； you know； it's a big job。 All the outside of that block at the corner of Kerk Street and Lord Street。 They're almost sure to want a few extra hands。'
‘Yes； there's something in that；' said Linden。 ‘Anyhow； I'm much obliged to you for letting me know； but come in out of the rain。 You must be wet through。'
‘No； I won't stay；' responded Owen。 ‘I don't want to stand about any longer than I can help in these wet clothes。'
‘But it won't take you a minit to drink a cup of tea；' Linden insisted。 ‘I won't ask you to stop longer than that。'
Owen entered； the old man closed the door and led the way into the kitchen。 At one side of the fire； Linden's wife； a frail…looking old lady with white hair； was seated in a large armchair； knitting。 Linden sat down in a similar chair on the other side。 The two grandchildren； a boy and girl about seven and eight years； respectively； were still seated at the table。
Standing by the side of the dresser at one end of the room was a treadle sewing machine； and on one end of the dresser was a a pile of sewing： ladies' blouses in process of making。 This was another instance of the goodness of Mr Sweater； from whom Linden's daughter…in…law obtained the work。 It was not much； because she was only able to do it in her spare time； but then； as she often remarked； every little helped。
The floor was covered with linoleum： there were a number of framed pictures on the walls； and on the high mantelshelf were a number of brightly polished tins and copper utensils。 The room had that indescribably homelike； cosy air that is found only in those houses in which the inhabitants have dwelt for a very long time。
The younger woman was already pouring out a cup of tea。
Old Mrs Linden； who had never seen Owen before； although she had heard of him； belonged to the Church of England and was intensely religious。 She looked curiously at the Atheist as he entered the room。 He had taken off his hat and she was surprised to find that he was not repulsive to look at； rather the contrary。 But then she remembered that Satan often appears as an angel of light。 Appearances are deceitful。 She wished that John had not asked him into the house and hoped that no evil consequences would follow。 As she looked at him； she was horrified to perceive a small black head with a pair of glistening green eyes peeping out of the breast of his coat； and immediately afterwards the kitten； catching sight of the cups and saucers on the table； began to mew frantically and scrambled suddenly out of its shelter； inflicting a severe scratch on Owen's restraining hands as it jumped to the floor。
It clambered up the tablecloth and began rushing all over the table； darting madly from one plate to another； seeking something to eat。
The children screamed with delight。 Their grandmother was filled with a feeling of superstitious alarm。 Linden and the young woman stood staring with astonishment at the unexpected visitor。
Before the kitten had time to do any damage； Owen caught hold of it and； despite its struggles； lifted it off the table。
‘I found it in the street as I was coming along；' he said。 ‘It seems to be starving。'
‘Poor little thing。 I'll give it something。' exclaimed the young woman。
She put some milk and bread into a saucer for it and the kitten ate ravenously； almost upsetting the saucer in its eagerness； much to the amusement of the two children； who stood by watching it admiringly。
Their mother now handed Owen a cup of tea。 Linden insisted on his sitting down and then began to talk about Hunter。
‘You know I HAD to spend some time on them doors to make 'em look anything at all； but it wasn't the time I took； or even the smoking what made 'im go on like that。 He knows very well the time it takes。 The real reason is that he thinks I was gettin' too much money。 Work is done so rough nowadays that chaps like Sawkins is good enough for most of it。 Hunter shoved me off just because I was getting the top money； and you'll see I won't be the only one。'
‘I'm afraid you're right；' returned Owen。 ‘Did you see Rushton when you went for your money？'
‘Yes；' replied Linden。 ‘I hurried up as fast as I could； but Hunter was there first。 He passed me on his bike before I got half…way； so I suppose he told his tale before I came。 Anyway； when I started to speak to Mr Rushton he wouldn't listen。 Said he couldn't interfere between Mr Hunter and the men。#
‘Ah！ They're a bad lot； them two；' said the old woman； shaking her head sagely。 ‘But it'll all come 'ome to 'em； you'll see。 They'll never prosper。 The Lord will punish them。'
Owen did not feel very confident of that。 Most of the people he knew who had prospered were very similar in character to the two worthies in question。 However； he did not want to argue with this poor old woman。
‘When Tom was called up to go to the war；' said the young woman； bitterly； 'Mr Rushton shook hands with him and promised to give him a job when he came back。 But now that poor Tom's gone and they know that me and the children's got no one to look to but Father； they do THIS。'
Although at the mention of her dead son's name old Mrs Linden was evidently distressed； she was still mindful of the Atheist's presence； and hastened to rebuke her daughter…in…law。
‘You shouldn't say we've got no one to look to； Mary；' she said。 ‘We're not as them who are without God and without hope in the world。 The Lord is our shepherd。 He careth for the widow and the fatherless。'
Owen was very doubtful about this also。 He had seen so many badly cared…for children about the streets lately； and what he remembered of his own sorrowful childhood was all evidence to the contrary。
An awkward silence succeeded。 Owen did not wish to continue this conversation： he was afraid that he might say something that would hurt the old woman。 Besides； he was anxious to get away； he began to feel cold in his wet clothes。
As he put his empty cup on the table he said：
‘Well； I must be going。 They'll be thinking I'm lost； at home。'
The kitten had finished all the bread and milk and was gravely washing its face with one of its forepaws； to the great admiration of the two children； who were sitting on the floor beside it。 It was an artful…looking kitten； all black； with a very large head and a very small body。 It reminded Owen of a tadpole。
‘Do you like cats？' he asked； addressing the children。
‘Yes；' said the boy。 ‘Give it to us； will you； mister？'
‘Oh； do leave it 'ere； mister；' exclaimed the little girl。 ‘I'll look after it。'
‘So will I；' said the boy 。
‘But haven't you one of your own？' asked Owen。
‘Yes； we've got a big one。'
‘Well； if you have one already and I give you this； then you'd have two cats； and I'd have none。 That wouldn't be fair； would it？'
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