Gee, but he was a mark." "S-s-t," said the other girl, bending over her work.
The first, silenced, instantly assumed a solemn face.

The foreman passed slowly along, eyeing each worker distinctly.

The moment he was gone, the conversation was resumed again.
"Say," began the girl at her left, "what do you think he said ?" "I don't know." "He said he saw us with Eddie Harris at Martin's last night." "No!" They both giggled.
A youth with tan-colored hair, that needed clipping very badly, came shuffling along between the machines, bearing a basket of leather findings under his left arm, and pressed against his stomach.

When near Carrie, he stretched out his right hand and gripped one girl under the arm.
"Aw, let me go," she exclaimed angrily.

"Duffer." He only grinned broadly in return.
"Rubber!" he called back as she looked after him.
There was nothing of the gallant in him.
Carrie at last could scarcely sit still.