The Day's Pay for That Afternoon
At six he weighed little and did not sink in past the knee, and that is why they put him in the puddling pit. He was in there the whole afternoon, going round with two other children, until the light went. When it was over they paid him with a brick of his own, made by him. A single brick doesn't sell and doesn't build a wall. It is a piece of fired mud and that's it. He still has it. It is missing a corner and he uses it as a door stop.







