"They won't care." Carrie looked at her gratefully.

"I guess I will," she said.
She stood up from her stool and worked that way for a while, but it was a more difficult position.

Her neck and shoulder ached in bending over.
The spirit of the place impressed itself on her in a rough way.

She did not venture to look around, but above the clack of the machine she could hear an occasional remark.

She could also note a thing or two out of the side of her eye.
"Did you see Harry last night ?" said the girl at her left, addressing her neighbor.
"No." "You ought to have seen the tie he had on.