4/17 The women farther away continued unsteadily at their work, losing movements to the extent of a minute's set-back to the totality of the efficiency of the fancy-starch room. "Workin' girls' life ain't what it's cracked up. Me to quit--that's what I'm comin' to." "Mary!" Saxon uttered the other's name with a reproach so profound that she was compelled to rest her own iron for emphasis and so lose a dozen movements. |