Hiram sat nerving himself, his distress accentuating the stern strength of his features.

Presently he said: "I see you haven't come dressed for work." "Oh, I think these clothes will do for the office," said Arthur, with apparent carelessness.
"But this business isn't run from the office," replied Hiram, with a gentle smile that to the young man looked like the sneer of a tyrant.
"It's run from the mill.

It prospers--it always has prospered--because I work with the men.

I know what they ought to do and what they are doing.

We all work together here.