Now, how much better off should I have been if I had kept my place in the factory?
Then you could have stayed in the factory, and got your wages regularly every week.
Meanwhile, fortune had improved with Mr. Davis, the superintendent of the factory.
It is the superintendent of the factory in our village—a man rich, or, at any rate, well-to-do.
Mrs. Rushton and her son occupied a little cottage, not far from the factory.
Just you speak to father about it, and get him dismissed from the factory.
This account was soon settled, and Robert left the factory his own master.
For the present, he could not do better than to retain his place in the factory.
At one o'clock Robert went back to the factory rather thoughtful.
But he had been cut out, and by Robert Rushton—one of his father's factory hands.