East London . he neighbors. Liz andher companions did exactly what other people do in countrytowns much duller than London Street—they talked aboutone another and the people about them. They talked alsoof the time when they, like their elder sisters, would go aboutas they pleased : to the Queens Music-hall and to the PavilionTheatre; when they could enjoy the delights of walking upand down their favorite boulevard—it is called Brook Street—all the long winter evening, each with her young young girls always talk about the life before know perfectly what it is going to be; they
East London . he neighbors. Liz andher companions did exactly what other people do in countrytowns much duller than London Street—they talked aboutone another and the people about them. They talked alsoof the time when they, like their elder sisters, would go aboutas they pleased : to the Queens Music-hall and to the PavilionTheatre; when they could enjoy the delights of walking upand down their favorite boulevard—it is called Brook Street—all the long winter evening, each with her young young girls always talk about the life before know perfectly what it is going to be; they see it allround them. Who are they that they should expect any-thing but the common round, the common lot? They also,like their elder sisters, talk of dress. Already they plan andcontrive for some extra bit of finery. Let us not believe thatLiz was ever troubled with vacuity of mind or with lackof interest in her thoughts and conversation. There is inLondon Street even too much incident. Where there are. The British Workman in Epping Forest. THE FACTORY GIRL 133 always in the street men out of work, families whose sticksare all in, children who are kept alive by the generosity ofother people, only not quite so poor as themselves; wherethere is always sickness, always violence, always drunken-ness, always lads taken away by the man in blue, and alwaysthe joy of youth and the animation of children and younggirls—why, Piccadilly is a waste by comparison, and Berke-Ic}^ Square is like unto Tadmor in the desert. In the case of Liz and her friends there was an additionalinterest in the river and the craft of all kinds. The chil-dren would stand on Ratcliffe Cross Stairs and gaze outupon the rushing tide and upon the ships that passed up anddown. At low tide they ran out upon the mud, with barefeet, and picked up apronfuls of coal to carry home. Needsmust that a child who lives within sight of ships shouldimagine strange things and get a sense of distance and ofmystery. And s
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