The dirty floor between the walls of the home, the sandy soil, and the holes in the wall, are brought alive by the exultation of dust. In harvest-time the humblest hut may be seen, and the poorest family may be seen doing its best “to please the landlord.”

In the winter months the naked feet of the children are often seen hobbling about the moors.

What a monstrosity!

You have no power of your own volition, sir, except to say that you will knock down the evil wherewith it is raised. And you will fill the workpeople’s pockets, even if you have to swallow your tears.

What madness!