Some of them have so much food that they are not able to eat it.

They just waste it or throw it away.' 'When I'm grown up into a man,' said Frankie, with a flushed face, 'I'm going to be one of the workers, and when we've made a lot of things, I shall stand up and tell the others what to do.

If any of the idlers come to take our things away, they'll get something they won't like.' In a state of suppressed excitement and scarcely conscious of what he was doing, the boy began gathering up the toys and throwing the violently one by one into the box.
'I'll teach 'em to come taking our things away,' he exclaimed, relapsing momentarily into his street style of speaking.
'First of all we'll all stand quietly on one side.

Then when the idlers come in and start touching our things, we'll go up to 'em and say, "'Ere, watcher doin' of?
Just you put it down, will yer ?" And if they don't put it down at once, it'll be the worse for 'em, I can tell you.' All the toys being collected, Frankie picked up the box and placed it noisily in its accustomed corner of the room.
'I should think the workers will be jolly glad when they see me coming to tell them what to do, shouldn't you, Mum ?' 'I don't know dear; you see so many people have tried to tell them, but they won't listen, they don't want to hear.

They think it's quite right that they should work very hard all their lives, and quite right that most of the things they help to make should be taken away from them by the people who do nothing.