But I leave it to you, if a day like this don't get on anybody's nerves.

Listen to that!" The stricken woman, on her back, drumming her heels on the floor, was shrieking persistently and monotonously, like a mechanical siren.

Two women, clutching her under the arms, were dragging her down the aisle.
She drummed and shrieked the length of it.

The door opened, and a vast, muffled roar of machinery burst in; and in the roar of it the drumming and the shrieking were drowned ere the door swung shut.

Remained of the episode only the scorch of cloth drifting ominously through the air.
"It's sickenin'," said Mary.
And thereafter, for a long time, the many irons rose and fell, the pace of the room in no wise diminished; while the forewoman strode the aisles with a threatening eye for incipient breakdown and hysteria.
Occasionally an ironer lost the stride for an instant, gasped or sighed, then caught it up again with weary determination.