“Oh, I don’t believe there’ll be any.  Folks will be too glad to get back to work,” replied Maria.  She had a vein of obstinacy, gentle as she was; then, too, she had a reason which no one suspected for wishing to be present.  She would not yield when John Sargent begged her privately not to go.  It was just because she was afraid there might be trouble, and he was going to be in it, that she could not bear to stay at home herself.

Andrew had insisted upon accompanying Ellen in spite of her remonstrances.  “I’ve got an errand down to the store,” he said, evasively; but Ellen understood.

“I don’t think there is any danger, and there wouldn’t be any danger for me—­not for the girls, sure,” she said; but he persisted.

“Don’t you say a word to your mother to scare her,” he whispered.  But they had not been gone long before Fanny followed them, Mrs. Zelotes watching her furtively from a window as she went by.

All the returning employes met, as agreed upon, at the corner of a certain street, and marched in a solid body towards Lloyd’s.  The men insisted upon placing the girls in the centre of this body, although some of them rebelled, notably Sadie Peel.  She was on hand, laughing and defiant.

“I guess I ain’t afraid,” she proclaimed.  “Father’s keepin’ on strikin’, but I guess he won’t see his own daughter hurt; and now I’m goin’ to have my nearseal cape, if it is late in the season.  They’re cheaper now, that’s one good thing.  On some accounts the strike has been a lucky thing for me.”  She marched along, swinging her arms jauntily.  Ellen and Maria and Abby were close together.  Andrew was on the right of Ellen, Granville Joy behind; the young laster, who had called so frequently evenings, was with him.  John Sargent and Willy Jones were on the left.  They all walked in the middle of the street like an army.  It was covertly understood that there might be trouble.  Some of the younger men from time to time put hands on their pockets, and a number carried stout sticks.

The first intimation of disturbance came when they met an electric-car, and all moved to one side to let it pass.  The car was quite full of people going to another town, some thirty miles distant, to work in a large factory there.  Nearly every man and woman on the car belonged to the union.

As this car slid past a great yell went up from the occupants; men on the platforms swung their arms in execration and derision.  “Sc-ab, sc-ab!” they called.  A young fellow leaped from the rear platform, caught up a stone and flung it at the returning Lloyd men, but it went wide of its mark.  Then he was back on the platform with a running jump, and one of the Lloyd men threw a stone, which missed him.  The yell of “Scab, scab!” went up with renewed vigor, until it died out of hearing along with the rumble of the car.

“Sometimes I wish I had joined the union and stuck it out,” said one of the Lloyd men, gloomily.