[Titanic] Dream Journey

After the dinner, when the guests left and Carl and Margaret finally returned to the hotel where they were staying, it was already late at night.

"Did Flora drink the potion? Did she go to bed?"

Margaret took off her coat and hat, and asked Hannah, who had heard the sound.

Last night, the couple brought Flora to the house of Mayor Nolan in Philadelphia as a guest. When they left the mayor's house, because it was not too late and could not resist her pleading, they took her to the night market near the central square.Flora ate roasted oysters with pepper, drank soda that Margaret was not allowed to drink, watched street performers perform fire-eating, and was almost played crazy by Karl.If Margaret didn't think it was too late to stop him, the father would even buy a ticket at the end of her begging to see some kind of human-headed and snake-body theater performance, which in Margaret's opinion was even a little scary.After returning to the hotel room, she was still in a state of excitement, and she didn't fall asleep until very late.Woke up this morning with a dry itchy throat and coughed twice.Margaret was a little worried, so she invited a doctor to take a look during the day. The doctor said there was nothing serious, left a bottle of medicine, and ordered her to drink plenty of water and pay attention to rest.

In the evening at the dinner party, Margaret called the hotel room when she came out, and learned that she was reading a picture book and didn't complain that her throat was uncomfortable, so she asked Hannah to take her to bed on time.As soon as you come back now, ask her about her situation first.

"She fell asleep at nine o'clock. She complained that the potion was bitter, but she drank it. She was very good. There was no problem."

Hannah took her clothes and said.

When Margaret came to the door of Flora's room, she saw that Karl was already bent over and standing in front of her daughter's bed, gently pulling up the quilt for her.The light from the floor lamp is projected from the side, casting a soft silhouette on the wall.

Carl pulled the quilt for his daughter, looked up and saw Margaret standing at the door, raised a finger to her mouth to signal her to silence, then walked out lightly, closing the door behind her.

"She's sound asleep. Looks like she should be fine," Carl whispered.

"Mr. Hockley, Madam, you are tired after a busy day. Go to rest early. Flora is fine. I will sleep in her room at night. Don't worry." Hannah interrupted.

"Thank you, Hannah."

After thanking them, the two returned to the bedroom.

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After taking a bath and changing into her pajamas, Margaret lay on the bed, and habitually picked up the Philadelphia Guide on the bedside and flipped through it. When Carl came up, she felt that he seemed to be looking at her, but she didn’t say anything. In a word, I gradually felt a little awkward, so I put down the guide and turned to look at him: "Sleep? It's getting late."

Carl smiled at her.He leaned over thoughtfully and turned down the lamp for her.

Margaret habitually turned her back to him, closed her eyes and began to sleep.

Of course she didn't sleep, although she did feel a little tired.I don't know why tonight, it feels like everything is a little bit wrong.

She began counting sheep silently in her mind.

When she counted to the [-]th one, she finally couldn't bear it, and turned back to face him.

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

In the hazy shadows, Carl's voice came.

"... I couldn't sleep either... Mrs. Brown was very happy before leaving tonight. She told me that Mr. Christopher, Mr. Brown's new acquaintance, had shown interest in their mines, and they made an appointment to discuss further. So There may be more than one buyer to choose from. She said thank you."

"I'm glad I could be of help," Carl said.The tone is neither fast nor slow.

Margaret hummed.

"Maggie, I've been thinking about what you and Mrs. Brown said last night."

After a while, Marguerite heard him say this suddenly.

Margaret paused.

"...I saw you talking for a long time, are you still looking at me? So I guess, the content of your conversation has something to do with me?"

"no!"

Margaret immediately denied it. "We're not talking about you." She started to turn around again, "...well...let's go to sleep...I seem to be sleepy again..."

Her shoulders suddenly sank, and a hand was put over to stop her from turning her back to him. Then, the bedside lamp was turned on.

In the warm yellow halo that suddenly brightened, Margaret saw Karl leaning over to look at her, his eyes seemed to be glimmering, a little far away, and flickering slightly.

The roots of her ears slowly began to heat up, and she pretended that the light was too bright to cover her eyes with her hands, "...um..." She snorted softly, and there was already a hint of coquettishness in her voice that she didn't even notice, "You What are you looking at... I've said it all and I'm sleepy again, I'm going to sleep..."

Karl took away her hand that was covering her eyes, stared at her for a moment, then sighed suddenly, let her go and lay back.

"what happened to you?"

Margaret had already been watched by him and her heartbeat started to speed up, thinking that he would do something next, but now seeing him suddenly let go of her and lying back, she suddenly felt a kind of disappointment in her heart. a feeling of.After waiting for a while, I couldn't help asking.

"Honestly, Margaret, I'm beginning to feel a little regretful now," he said, glancing at her.The tone is solemn.

Margaret's heart tightened slightly.The subtle feeling that made her heart beat faster just now slowly disappeared.

She took a good look at him.

He was leaning against the head of the bed with a dignified look on his face. Coupled with the tone he spoke just now, it was easy to think of some kind of the most reasonable speculation.

Margaret propped herself up on her arms and sat up slowly.

"What do you regret? Regret that you married me in a hurry?" she asked softly.

Carl looked at her, his brows slightly raised.

Margaret felt a sense of blockage in her heart, which made her feel a little breathless.

"I understand! When you think about it, just tell me directly."

As soon as she lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, Karl reached out and grabbed her. "where to?"

She turned around. "Go to sleep in Flora's room!"

Carl pulled her back and pressed her against the pillow.

"What's going through your head? When did I say I regret marrying you?"

"Isn't it?" Margaret looked angrily at his approaching face.

"Of course not! What I regret is, how could I be so stupid before, and even tell you that I will not touch your ghost promise without your permission. Now I know, I am simply making trouble with myself !"

"Bad guy! You did it on purpose!"

Margaret flushed and pushed him.

Carl chuckled softly. "Yes, I did it on purpose. Sleeping in the same bed with you every night, I really can't be the gentleman you like..."

He suddenly rolled over and landed on Margaret, who was immediately unable to move.

His fingers stroked her smooth cheek lightly.

"Listen, I want you, right now."

he said directly.The voice is hoarse and tight.

☆、Chapter 103

Margaret leaned on his arms, looked at him for a few seconds, and smiled.

"...You guessed it right," she said with her lips parted slightly, "Mrs. Brown and I were indeed talking about you at night..."

"Oh, what did you say to me?"

There was a smile in Carl's eyes, and he inserted his fingers into the pile of hair scattered in his palm, kneading slowly, feeling the cool and silky feeling of creamy mousse from her hair, and there was also a little bit of air in the air. An ambiguous long breath began to spread seemingly out of nowhere.

"You want to know?"

"Yes, very much."

"She said you..." Under his expectant eyes, Margaret suddenly stopped.

"But I just don't want to tell you!"

Carl paused and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Bad girl... how dare you treat me like this! See how I deal with you..."

Amidst Margaret's uncontrollable giggles, he took out the hand that was under her pillow, and without asking her permission, he deftly inserted his palm into the front of her pajamas and held it. The tentacles were warm and soft, and I kneaded them lightly a few times, and then peeled off the covering clothes.

Margaret let out a low cry, and raised her hands to cover her chest, but he grabbed her wrists and buckled them on the sheets on both sides. Then he got up and knelt beside her body, inserting his arms under her armpits, like Holding her like a baby, her back hangs off the bed.

Her neck stretched like a swan's neck, her head fell back feebly, and her chest became more erect, and her two dangling arms involuntarily grabbed his shoulders.

"Don't cover them. I like them..."

He murmured, his eyes roamed freely, and finally he pressed his face against it...

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Although the husband had waited for a long time for the "bridal night" that finally arrived, the process was wonderful.After making love, Marguerite seemed to have finished a battle, so tired that she quickly fell asleep in his arms.She didn't know how long she had slept, but she was awakened by a hand on her body in the haze.Knowing that the man next to him was about to move again, his eyelids were so sticky that he couldn't open them, so he turned over and continued to sleep with his back facing him.But the man was obviously unwilling to let her go just like that, and finally raised one of her legs, and pressed her tightly from behind.

"Maggie, I can't sleep, what should I do..." His voice was full of desire.

"No! I'm so sleepy...I don't want to..." Margaret refused vaguely.

If she had another intense exercise with him like before going to bed, she wouldn't even think about getting up properly tomorrow.

She retracted her leg and curled up into a ball.

Carl is clearly not giving up.He hugged her tightly from behind, opened his mouth to enclose her earlobe and continued to coax: "Honey, I promise you won't feel tired anymore... just lie down like this, let me do it..."

Margaret finally opened her eyes, turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"All right……"

She sighed.A little helpless, but also a little sweet.

She was sleepy, but if she wasn't satisfied with this guy next to him who fell asleep and became excited, she promised herself that she wouldn't sleep well for the rest of the night.

……

A few days later, the trip to Philadelphia ended, and Carl returned to Pittsburgh with his wife and daughter.Margaret also gradually became busy.

The marriage seems to be on the right track.As the hostess of the Hockley family in Pittsburgh, many things awaited her every day.Among them, communication accounts for most of the content.The day-to-day intercourse of Pittsburgh high society, the visits or requests for assistance from representatives of the various associations and women's groups .Fortunately, Lovejoy was there to help.

Even now, Margaret still doesn't feel that the old butler recognizes her, and he still has no expression when he sees her.But at least in these matters, as he had mentioned to her a long time ago, he did give her a lot of timely reminders, so that she would not become confused or even make mistakes due to the sudden identity change.This made her very grateful.

In addition to socializing, Margaret has also begun to think about starting another thing these days.

Just a week ago, the wife of an Irish immigrant worker in a steel factory died of breast cancer. The worker couldn't bear the pressure of losing his wife. One night, he got drunk and accidentally fell into the river and drowned, leaving his family behind. A few children who are still waiting to be fed.Their neighbor, the wife of a worker who also works in the steel mill, had approached Margaret two days earlier, pleading for her help.

Margaret put down what she was doing at that time, took food and went to visit some children in the shed where the dead couple lived.Despite her ordinary attire, news of Mrs. Hockley's visit to the orphans in the shed came quickly.When she got there, she attracted many workers' family members to watch.They looked at her with complicated eyes.Curiosity, admiration, awe, and of course, more alienation.

After solving the whereabouts of those children, Margaret was not in a calm mood.

She thought of the time when she had assisted Clarence in giving a lecture on women's health in New York.

Workers in this era do not have any insurance, and the factory owners, or the capitalists are willing to pay out of their conscience, is the only protection that workers can get due to work-related disability or death.As far as she knows, there are no less than [-] family members of workers living near the Hockley Iron and Steel Industrial Zone.Their wives, these women, because of the limited living conditions, even if they feel unwell, as long as they can bear it, they generally don't go to see a doctor.If someone can give them a free physical examination, I believe most of them are still willing to accept it.And in this way, more people can be prevented from encountering the misfortune of the woman before.

These women, their husbands, fathers, or brothers all work for their husbands.Within her ability, she is willing and obliged to do something for them.However, considering the large number of workers' family members, if the plan is really implemented, it will not be a small waste of time or money, and suitable assistants are also needed.So she needs to ask Carl's permission first.

At nine o'clock that evening, while Carl was still working in the study, Margaret opened the door and came in.

"Flora has fallen asleep. Are you still not going back to the room?" She came up behind him, hugged him intimately on his shoulder, and asked in his ear.

Karl glanced back at her and saw her tilting her head, smiling at him sweetly, and was surprised and pleasantly surprised.

He himself has been very busy.In order to spend more time with her and Flora, he has tried to minimize going out during this period of time.But since he married her back home, he found that she seemed to be busier than himself.Especially recently, she is always busy during the day, but at night, she has no free time.Because the opera cooperating with Muskie is about to enter the rehearsal stage, after she auditioned the coherent singing of the actors, she felt that some movements still needed to be polished, so these days after Flora went to sleep, she dived into In the piano room, it is usually after ten o'clock or even later before going back to the bedroom to sleep.Of course, she had Karl's nod beforehand.Said that this time will take up some night time.When she fixed the score, she promised not to work so late.

Carl was actually not very happy.He wished he could hold her to bed as soon as he got home.But she said so, how dare he say no, pretending to support her and nodded readily.When she was working, she refused to interfere with him, so in the past few nights, after saying good night to Flora, Carl usually worked in his study to kill the one or two hours waiting for her to go back to the bedroom.

But tonight, she actually finished work so early, and...

She, who is usually a bit passive in terms of married life, actually ran up to him and acted like a baby to lure him back to the bedroom?

Carl glanced at her again, his gaze dropped slightly.Peeping through the neckline of her tightly belted loose-fitting casual dress to the sexy lacy lingerie underneath, her body reacted honestly.

"Back!"

He immediately dropped the pen in his hand and stood up.

☆、Chapter 104

Entering the bedroom, Carl immediately rolled onto the bed with Margaret in his arms.

"Wait a minute! I have something to tell you..."

Marguerite tried to avoid him kissing her mouth.

He tore off her belt. "...Honey, nothing is so important..."

"Hey--"

Margaret's mouth was blocked by him, and her voice was drowned out.

After the cloud and rain, Margaret lay in his arms with her eyes closed, feeling the contented tranquility of his hands stroking her hair.

"Honey, didn't you say you have something to tell me, what's the matter?" She heard his voice ringing in her ears, she finally remembered, and opened her eyes.

"Carl, a worker surnamed Mueller in the factory got drunk and fell into the water a few days ago and died. Do you know about this?"

"Pastor Gates mentioned it to me," he replied casually.

"Then you know why he was drunk?"

Carlton gave a moment.

"...a lot of workers would rather throw their paychecks in the tavern. Drinking is the order of the day for them. Maybe he's an alcoholic too!" he said.

"Not this time!" Margaret turned on her elbows and looked at him. "His neighbors told me that he was not an alcoholic. His wife died of breast cancer a week ago. He couldn't stand it." He had three children in his family. The oldest was only seven years old. Poor child, he lost his parents all at once..."

Carl raised his eyebrows, showing an expression of enlightenment.

"A foreman told me that you went to the shed two days ago. You just went to see those children?"

"Yes. They also have an aunt. She would like to adopt them temporarily. But she has children of her own, and her husband just lost his job not long ago. You know, it's better to have relatives who are willing to take care of the children than to send them to an orphanage." .”

"Oh, Maggie, I'm glad you have a kind heart like an angel. But you should try to avoid going to that kind of place in the future. It's dirty and messy. Those people are also very rude. I'm afraid they will run into you."

Margaret laughed, raised her hand and flexed her fingers, and flicked his chin. "You seem to have forgotten that I used to come from this kind of place."

Karl grabbed it, gently kneaded that soft and boneless hand, thought for a while, and said, "The death of that worker has nothing to do with work, and the factory was not responsible for it. But since you mentioned it, I will let you know tomorrow." Pastor Gates will give double benefits based on work-related death, and let that relative take care of the child. And he can also provide her husband with a job. Let him come to Pastor Gates."

"You are so kind!" Margaret leaned over, kissed him, and praised.

Carl grunted, lay back on the pillow, and opened his arms to her. "come over!"

Margaret climbed on top of him, and he grabbed her, rolled over, and pinned her down again.

"...Karl, I actually have another thing!" Margaret said again in dismay.

"Well, go ahead, I'm listening—" he responded casually.

"Mrs. Muller's death touched me a lot. If this woman's disease could have been discovered earlier, she might not have died. If she hadn't died, these children would not have become orphans now..."

"Well……"

"Stop! Are you listening to me?!"

Margaret grabbed his hair angrily, preventing him from kissing any further.

"I'm listening, honey..." Carl sighed, finally stopped, and looked up.

"So I have a vision," Margaret continued, "I hope the factory organizes an event to provide free screenings for women's diseases for the families of workers. And regular lectures on women's basic health knowledge. Just like in the past The same thing Clarence did in New York. I can take care of it. I think it's very necessary...”

"No, honey, I don't advise you to do that," Carl cut her off.

Margaret was taken aback.

She didn't expect him to be kind at first.But she refused so simply, which was beyond her expectation.

"Why?" she asked.

"Do you know how many workers and their families there are in the Pittsburgh factory, not counting factories or oil fields elsewhere? You are already busy, and I don't want you to be too tired. Besides, various tragedies are happening every day. We are not God, it can't be stopped. If you have time, Maggie, I wish we could have another baby..."

Margaret pushed him away from her and sat up, pulling her dress around her.

"Carl, I know how many family members of workers in your factory in Pittsburgh. I also know that I am not God. But their men are working for you and making profits for you. I hope I can spread some necessary hygiene among them Knowledge, or provide medical help. For me, this is just a little effort, not a dangerous thing. But for them, I think it is very necessary. Your foundation does not have special funds for various charities And public welfare? I remember you donating a large sum of money to the Penn Museum of Art not long ago. I'm not saying it's pointless, but I think it's more practical than the Museum of Art. In fact, I talked to The main purpose of your mentioning this is not to ask you for money, but to let you know. I can contact the doctor and raise money by myself.”

"Maggie, you've misunderstood. Of course it's not about the money."

"Then what is it for?"

"Every industry has a set of potential rules that practitioners agree to and abide by. Whoever wants to break it will definitely attract attention and even criticize. This naturally includes the Iron and Steel Association I belong to. I don't deny the matter you just proposed Its significance. But it is different from general philanthropy. Hockley Steel’s annual steel production accounts for nearly a quarter of the total U.S. steel output, and any move it makes is enough to attract the attention of the industry. There is no factory in the United States that provides workers with such No factory owner is willing to provide benefits. If Hockley Steel takes the lead, the rest of the factories may come under pressure from the union. This will make my factory look different in the industry. And I don't I hope to break this situation. Maggie, you have an understanding of many things beyond my imagination. So I believe you should be able to understand this matter."

Margaret froze.

It must be admitted that when she was thinking about this matter a few days ago, she really did not think of this concern at all.Now being reminded by him, if she considers it from the perspective of the owner of the steel plant, she has to admit that Karl's reason for refusing is still very legitimate.Although, from the bottom of her heart, she does not approve of the so-called hidden rules reached by the class at the top of the food chain in order to protect their interests.

But the times, or where he is, determines what he thinks.She cannot force her husband to have a consciousness beyond the times.And the fact is that even 100 years later, this opposition between capital and labor still exists, but it is not as naked and undisguised as it is now.

She suppressed the disappointment in her heart and bit her lip.

"Okay. I understand. I didn't think carefully before. Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it." Finally she smiled at him.

Carl stared at her for a moment, shook his head, and finally reached out to her again.

Margaret leaned softly into his arms.

"Honey, do you really want to do this?" he asked, kissing her hair.

"Forget it. It's inconvenient for you. I'll think about whether there is another way."

"It's actually simple." He said unhurriedly.

"Ok?"

Margaret looked up at him.

"In your name, set up an independent foundation that is executed and run by you. In this way, whatever you do, it belongs to your business and has nothing to do with my factory. Of course, I am happy to be your generous donor from time to time .”

Margaret sat up abruptly, looking at him with wide eyes.

"God! How did you come up with this idea!" She was a little excited, "Yeah, I was reminded by you. If this is the case, I can still raise money myself!"

"I know that with your charm, you can raise the money you need. But Mrs Hockley, I warn you, I must always be your biggest donor. Otherwise I will spoil it." He snorted .

"you dare!"

Carl chuckled and threw her down.

"...Okay, stop talking about these boring things. I helped you solve this problem, don't you want to thank me, my dear..."

☆、Chapter 105

The preliminary preparations for the Margaret project went very smoothly.A former nurse, Isabel, from the local Progressive Women's Group in Pittsburgh, volunteered to assist Margaret in her work and recommended a good doctor for her.Considering that women had to do housework and take care of children, in order to make it easier for them to come, Margaret chose a building not far from the workers' residential area and rented an entire floor.In addition to the waiting area, examination room, and classrooms for classes on the floor, a large room is also set up as a children's entertainment room, where children's books, picture albums, and toys for them to play are purchased.Two nuns from the local convent will watch over the children, and there are plans to teach them how to read, so women who bring their children can wait for tests or classes in peace.

In early November, everything was ready for the health center, and the license from the state health department was issued early.Margaret asked the worker's wife named Ruola, who had asked her for help before, to spread the news and encourage women to come for inspection.But the effect is not good.On the first day, only some women came over one after another and stood at the door looking around as if watching the excitement. When they saw Margaret, the women smiled shyly or reservedly at her, and some people called her Hockley respectfully. Ma'am, say hello to her.But no one is willing to come in to accept the doctor's examination, including the woman Ruola who is very grateful to her and even admires her.

The second day, the third day, things didn't improve much.

A bad start made Margaret realize that what she thought at the beginning was still too simple.Doubt, distrust of her, or just out of embarrassment made these women reluctant to step into the door of the examination room.Even if the class is arranged in the evening, there are very few people who come to attend.Only the kind-hearted Ruola insisted on coming every day in order to support Mrs. Hockley.

Instead, the cook in the house became the first person to eat crabs in response to the hostess' call.After coming back that day, the fat cook first crossed herself on her chest, thanking God for her health, and then said gruffly to the frowning Margaret: "Madam, I will give you a gift." An idea. If you can distribute a piece of bread to those women, I can guarantee that the class place will be so crowded that you can't even grab a seat!"

One word awakened the dreamer.

yes!Even if she had a hundred more mouths to persuade women to come in, the effect might not be as real as a loaf of bread.

Margaret gave the cook a big hug, and immediately set about making arrangements.

The next day, the news that Mrs. Hockley would send a bread to those who volunteered to attend the class spread like wildfire in the shed area.That night, one hour earlier than the eight o'clock scheduled for class, it was only seven o'clock, and there were no empty seats in the classroom that could seat forty people. The women who arrived later stood by the side, unwilling to leave. At one o'clock, there was no place to stand in the corridor outside the door and by the window, so Ms. Isabel who came to class was shocked.

Ms. Isabel's class was very good.With the help of pictures, the explanation is simple and profound.This is also the first time in their lives that these women at the scene have learned in such detail about the structure and various secrets of their own bodies that they were all too familiar with.At the beginning of the class, many of them just waited for the get out of class to receive a piece of bread, but with Ms. Isabel's explanation, the class gradually quieted down.When Isabel explained about pregnancy, the women in the class seemed to be enlightened.

"God, I didn't know that's how it happened until I had four children!"

A woman couldn't help shouting out, her tone was very surprised.

The audience roared with laughter.

After a class was over and the bread was distributed, many women seemed to be still unsatisfied, and they gathered around Margaret to thank her and said that they would continue to come to class tomorrow.In addition, they also began to show interest in physical examination.Several women inquired about the situation, showing expressions of willingness to try.

Whether they're genuinely interested, or just to keep getting a loaf of bread, get them a medical checkup, and keep them coming to class, that's a good place to start.Margaret believes that as long as she persists, over time, more and more women will enter this door, so as to obtain health knowledge and guidance that will be beneficial to them and even their daughters throughout their lives.

At 09:30, all the women who came to class tonight finally left.Margaret said goodbye to Ms. Isabel, and when she was about to leave, she heard someone behind her suddenly call "Mrs. Hockley", and the voice seemed a bit hesitant.

Margaret looked back and saw a woman standing in the corner of the corridor.Behind her is a little girl of seven or eight years old.The little girl was very thin, hiding behind her mother, only her head was exposed, and she looked at Margaret curiously and in awe with a pair of big eyes.She clutched a piece of bread tightly in her hand.

Obviously, it should be the woman who came to class tonight.

Margaret stopped and smiled at the woman, "Yes, I am. Do you have any questions?"

The woman slowly walked in front of her, staring at Margaret with even more hesitant expression on her face.

"I... I'm Mrs. Allen... Mrs. Hockley, I don't know if you remember that I was your neighbor in [-]. You and your father, Mr. Firth, lived in South Ann Puton..."

she stammered.

Margaret was slightly taken aback.Taking advantage of the not-so-bright light on the top of the corridor to take a closer look at the woman in front of me who was branded with a miserable life, dusty memories suddenly emerged.

Mrs. Allen!

She remembered!It was on that morning eight years ago that the lady in front of me accidentally told her that her father had boarded the Titanic when she came to visit with her newly born little daughter in her arms. Her fate also changed.

She remembers well that Mrs Allen's family emigrated to America shortly after she returned to Southampton after being rescued from the Titanic.She was never seen again after that.

He never thought that after eight years, he would meet her again here!

"Yes, I remember! Mrs. Allen! Why are you here?" Margaret said happily.

Seeing that she still remembered her and her attitude was so kind, Mrs. Allen, who had been anxious all this time, finally let go of her worries a little, and hurriedly pulled the little girl behind her and said, "Mrs. Hockley, she is Eva. Hurry up to Huo Keli Mrs. Cleary says hello!"

"Honey, it's nice to meet you. I hugged you when you were just one month old." Margaret squatted down, stroked the little girl's hair, and said with a smile.

In my memory, the baby girl who was not yet born at that time has grown so big now.Margaret had no other sighs than that time passed by.

Eva smiled shyly at Margaret, then hid behind her mother again.

Mrs. Allen pitifully blamed her daughter for her ignorance, and then said to Margaret: "Mrs. Hockley, after our family arrived in the United States, my husband worked around and lost his job several times. Last year, He got a job in Mr. Hockley's steel works when he got to Pittsburgh. I recognized you the other day when you visited those poor boys in the shed. But I didn't dare call you then, lest you were gone. Remember me."

"How could it be!" Margaret laughed. "I am the same as before. There is no difference. Mrs. Ellen, Eva is your youngest child?"

Margaret remembered asking herself how to prevent pregnancy because her husband kept wanting her to have a son.After so many years, I don't know if his husband has fulfilled his wish.

After the woman lowered her head and ordered her daughter to go to the side to play, she said in a low voice: "Later, I gave birth to another daughter, and finally gave birth to a son. But unfortunately, they didn't support them. After that, I may have a problem with my health. I've never been pregnant..."

"Sorry, Mrs. Allen." Margaret looked at her apologetically.

"Nothing," the woman shook her head, "it's just..."

she hesitates