Ben stared from one to the other. He knew
well enough what his father was talking about. All of Sheffield
could talk of little else.
A great petition was to be taken down to London by the Chartists
and carried through the streets
to Parliament. They wanted all men to be given the
right to vote, and this
weekend was the last chance there'd be for those wishing to
put their names on it.
Ben was surprised to hear his father disagree with Nan. Though
Frank was well respected at the Scythe Works, Nan was the
boss at home, no doubt of that.
'Oh dear,' Nan sighed. 'If Mr Dyson finds out there'll be
trouble I swear.'
