to refuse to do it without getting Fredâs back up. Whatever happened she knew she mustnât do that in case she jeopardised her job; her father would kill her if she got the sack.
When she had mentioned to her mother the fact that Fred had said that there was going to be a deduction from their wage packets each week Maggie had looked dismayed.
âDonât mention anything about it to your father, not till youâre quite sure itâs going to happen,â she cautioned. âYou never know, he may have been just sounding you all out to see if everyone was in favour of the idea.â
âA lot of them arenât,â Trixie admitted. âSome of the women seemed to be dead against the idea.â
âThatâs because they probably need every halfpenny they earn for something or other to keep their family going.â She sighed. âWhy else would they be working in a place like that if they didnât need the money?â
âNo, youâre probably right, mum. Some of them are probably no better off than we are.â
âA lot worse off, in all probability,â her mother agreed. âMost things, from coal to bread, seem to be going up in price; everything, that is, except wages.â
Now, Trixie reflected, she was not only going to have to tell her mum that there definitely would be a deduction, but also break the news that she was going to be the one looking after all the money.
Her mother looked as concerned as she was. âItâs not right, expecting a young girl like you to be accountable for other peopleâs money. One of the clerks from the office should be responsible for that sort of thing, not someone on the assembly line. I wonder how Fred Linacre can manage to get away with such an idea.â
âIâm wondering what Dad is going to say. I suppose I ought to tell him before that Fred does, otherwise heâll think Iâve been holding out on him.â
âThe best thing to do is to wait till he comes in from the pub tonight. He should be in a good mood by then, and if you tell him about it while heâs eating his supper, you can go straight off to bed so there wonât be time for any arguments,â Maggie advised. âI still think youâre far too young to have a burden like this placed on your shoulders and I canât understand what this Fred is thinking about,â her mother said over and over again.
âOh, I know what heâs up to,â Trixie told her bitterly. âHeâs hoping Iâll make a mess of the whole thing and then heâll have something else to taunt me about.â
âI donât understand why heâs taken against you like this in the first place. Itâs all very strange because your dad claimed that he was a good friend of his.â
When Sam walked in the door just after ten oâclock that night his first words stunned them both. âWhatâs this I hear about you from Fred Linacre, then?â he demanded. âHe tells me that everyone is putting sixpence a week away for Christmas and that youâre the one in charge of all the money?â
âYes, Dad, thatâs right. Iâve waited up so that I could tell you about it.â
âRight fool I looked when he spouted it out and I didnât know a damn thing about it.â He grabbed hold of Trixie by the shoulder and shook her hard. âWhy the hell didnât you tell me about what was going on?â
âI was going to do so if you gave me a chance,â she retaliated, her eyes filling with tears of pain. âWhy do you think Iâve waited up till now?â
âDonât you answer me back, my girl!â Sam thundered. âYou might be able to cheek Fred, but donât you give me any of your lip here at home, not with me, at any rate, or youâll find the back of my hand across your face.â
âFor heavenâs sake, Sam, stop shouting at the girl. She only