It had a thick odor of fresh leather, but that did not worry her.

She felt the eyes of the other help upon her, and troubled lest she was not working fast enough.
Once, when she was fumbling at the little clamp, having made a slight error in setting in the leather, a great hand appeared before her eyes and fastened the clamp for her.

It was the foreman.

Her heart thumped so that she could scarcely see to go on.
"Start your machine," he said, "start your machine.

Don't keep the line waiting." This recovered her sufficiently and she went excitedly on, hardly breathing until the shadow moved away from behind her.