human
Mr. Brotherton, for old sake's sake, put in something in paper backs by Marie Corelli, and a novel by Ouida; and then, that he might give until it hurt, he tied up a brand new _Ladies' Home Journal_, and said, as he locked up the store and stepped into the chill night air with Mr. Hogan:
gpt
Dennis--tell Violet--I sent 'em in return for the good turns she used to do me when I was mayor and she was in Van Dorn's office and drew up the city ordinances--she'll remember.
human
Indeed she will, George Brotherton--that she will. Many's the night she's talked me to sleep of them golden days of her splendor--indeed she will.
gpt
Well--I turn at the next crossin'. I'm goin' home and I'm glad of it. Up in the mornin' at five; off on the six-ten train, climbin' the slag dump at seven, workin' till six, home on the six-fifteen train, into the house at seven; to bed at ten, up at five, eat and work and sleep--sleep and eat and work, fightin' the dump by day and fightin' the fumes in me chist by night--all for a dollar and sixty a day; and if we jine a union, we get canned, and if we would seek dissipation, we're invited to go down to the Company hall and listen to Tommy Van Dorn norate upon what he calls the 'de-hig-nity of luh-ay-bor.' Damn sight of dignity labor has, lopin' three laps ahead of the garnishee from one year's end to the other.
human
Well, annyhow, the good woman will thank you for the extra readin'; not that she has time to read it, God knows, but it gives the place a tone when Laura Nesbit drops in for a bit of a word of help about the makin' of the little white things she's doin' for the Polish family on 'D' Street these days. In another minute Brotherton heard the car moaning at the curve, and saw Hogan get in. It was nearly midnight when Hogan got to sleep; for the papers that Brotherton sent brought back