"But it's out of doors," said Bessy. "And away from the endless, endless noise, and sickening heat."
"It's sometimes in heavy rain, and sometimes in bitter cold. A young person can stand it; but an old man gets racked with rheumatism, and bent and withered before his time; yet he must just work on the same, or else go to the workhouse."
"I thought yo were so taken wi' the ways of the South country."
"So I am," said Margaret, smiling a little, as she found herself thus caught. "I only mean, Bessy, there's good and bad in everything in this world; and as you felt the bad up here, I thought it was but fair you should know the bad down there."
"And yo say they never strike down there?" asked Nicholas abruptly.

'But it's out of doors,' said Bessy. 'And away from the endless, endless noise, and heat.'
'It's sometimes in heavy rain, and sometimes in bitter cold. A young person can stand it; but an old man gets bent and withered before his time; yet he must just work on, or go to the workhouse.'
'I thought yo' were so taken wi' the ways of the South country.'
'So I am,' said Margaret, smiling. 'I only mean, Bessy, there's good and bad in everything in this world; and I thought it was only fair you should know the bad down there.'
'And yo' say they never strike down there?' asked Nicholas, abruptly.
