She caught sight of her own cheeks.

"Oh, dear!" she breathed to herself.

"I wonder if I'm catching it, too!" Once outside, Archey began talking with the concentration of a man who is trying to put his mind on something else.
"This work up here was a lucky turn for some of the strikers," he said.
"Things are getting slack again now and men are being laid off.

Here and there I begin to hear the old grumbling, 'Three thousand women keeping three thousand men out of jobs.' So whenever I hear that, I remind them how you found work for a lot of the men up here--and then of course I tell them it was their own fault--going on strike in the first place--just to get four women discharged!" "And even if three thousand women are doing the work of three thousand men," said Mary, "I don't see why any one should object--if the women don't.

The wages are being spent just the same to pay rent and buy food and clothes--and the savings are going into the bank--more so than when the men were drawing the money!" "I guess it's a question of pride on the man's part--as much as anything else--" "Oh, Archey--don't you think a woman has pride, too ?" "Well, you know what I mean.