Then she stooped to the side and whispered to her mother.

Mrs.Boyce shook her head and sat on, immovable.

All this took but a second or two.
"Ah, well," said Wharton, "we won't have names; that'll do us no good.
It's not the _men_ you've got to go for so much--though we shall go for them too before long when we've got the law more on our side.

It's the system.

It's the whole way of dividing the wealth that _you_ made, you and your children--by your work, your hard, slavish, incessant work--between you and those who _don't_ work, who live on your labour and grow fat on your poverty! What we want is _a fair division_.