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she said , without turning her head . Ellen pulled up Maria 's coat-collar around her neck and put an extra fold of her dress-skirt into her hand . `` There , you can hold it up as high as that , it looks all right , '' said she . `` I wish Robert Lloyd had to get up at six o'clock and trudge a mile in this snow to his work , '' said Abby , with sudden viciousness . `` He 'll be driven down in his Russian sleigh by a man looking like a drum-major , and cut our poor little wages , and that 's all he cares . Who 's earning the money , he or us , I 'd like to know ? I hate the rich ! ''