In 1903, Mother Jones led the famous march of the mill children to President Roosevelt's Long Island summer home, only to be turned away at the gate. What she accomplished then or ever is tenuous, and this first-person account by one of the children ends lamely. Back at the mill, the children are visited by Mother Jones with ""good news"": ""The governor is going to help us! Someday the laws will be changed. Someday things will be better for all of you."" The perfunctory account of the march is no more stirring, nor is the opening, inadequate, easy-readerese description of mill life: ""We work twelve hours a day. We don't go to school. We never get out in the sun. We're tired all the time. Sometimes we have accidents and get hurt. They pay us two dollars a week."" A well-intentioned wide miss.