For one week, two weeks, three weeks, the famous Spencer bearings rolled out of the final inspection room and into their wooden cases as fast as man had ever rolled them.

And when Mary saw that at last the first part of her vision had come true, she did a feminine thing, that is to say a human thing.

She simultaneously said, "I told you so," and sprung her secret by sending the following message to the newspapers: "The three thousand women at this factory are daily turning out the same number of bearings that three thousand men once turned out.
"The new bearings are identical with the old ones in every detail but one, namely: they are one thousandth of an inch more accurate than Spencer bearings were ever made before.
"Our customers appreciate this improvement and know what it means.
"Our unfriendly critics, I think, will also appreciate it and know what it means." Upon consideration, Mary had that last paragraph taken out.
"I'll leave that to their imaginations," she said, and after she had signed each letter, she did another feminine thing.
She had a gentle little cry all by herself, and then through her tears she smiled at her silent forbears who seemed to be watching her more attentively than ever from their frames of tarnished gilt upon the walls.
"It hasn't been all roses and lilies," she told them, "but--that's us!".