Sherwood. "Waste our precious time in such employment, and
in the dead of winter, too?"
"Now, Papa Sherwood, I don't mean that kind of fishing at all!"
cried the little woman gaily. "We are going to fish for
employment for you, perhaps for a new home."
"Oh!" gasped Nan. The thought of deserting the little cottage on
Amity Street was a dreadful shock.
"We must face that possibility," said her mother firmly. "It may
be. Tillbury will see very hard times now that the mills are
closed. Other mills and shops will follow suit."
"Quite true, Momsey," agreed the husband and father.
"I am a very logical person, am I not?" said the smiling little
lady.
"But the fishing?" cried Nan curiously.
"Ah, yes. I am coming to that," said her mother. "The fishing,
to be sure! Why, we are going to write letters to just everybody
we know, and some we only know by hearsay, and find out if there
isn't a niche for Papa Sherwood somewhere outside Tillbury."
"So we can!" cried Nan, clapping her hands.
"I am afraid there is general depression in my line of business
everywhere," suggested Mr. Sherwood. "For some years the
manufacturers have been forcing cotton goods upon a false market.
And the recent attempt to help the cotton growers by boosting the
price of raw cotton will come near to ruining the mills and mill
workers.
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