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One morning -- it was a Thursday morning, as I distinctly recall -- I was much surprised to find that work upon the house had practically been suspended. I was sure there could not have been a strike, for I told the workmen at the beginning that whenever they felt as if they were not getting enough pay they must come to me about it and I would raise their wages. They had already been to me three times and received an increase of pay each time. So I felt moderately secure against a strike. Uncle Si explained the situation briefly.
"The plasterers were to have begun today," said he, "but there is no water for them; so I had to send them away."