But with everlasting thought for the future, Mrs.Jones makes certain of boots for the family.

Again a "club" is requisitioned, and by dint of rigid management two shillings weekly pass into a shoemaker's hands, and in their turn the family gets boots; the husband first, the children one by one, herself last--or never! Week by week she lives with no respite from anxiety, with no surcease from toil.

By and by the eldest boy is ready for work, and Mrs.Jones looks forward to the few shillings he will bring home weekly, and builds great things upon it.

Alas! it is not all profit; the boy must have a new suit, he requires more food, and he must have a little spending money, "like other boys"; and though he is a good lad, she finds ultimately that there is not much left of Tom's six shillings.
Never mind! on she goes, for will he not get a rise soon and again expectation encourages her.
So the poor woman, hampered as she is with present cares, looks forward to the time when life will be a bit easier, when the united earnings of the children will make a substantial family income.

Oh, brave woman! it is well for her to live in hope, and every one who knows her hopes too that disappointment will not await her, and that her many children will "turn out well." Mrs.Jones is typical of thousands of working men's wives, and such women demand our admiration and respect.