There were not many foreigners among them, except the Irish, most of whom had been born in this country, and a sprinkling of fair-haired, ruddy Swedes and keen Polanders, who bore themselves better than the Americans, being not so apparently at odds with the situation.
The factory employes in Rowe were a superior lot, men and women.
Many of the men had put on their worn coats when they emerged from the factory, and their little bags were supposed to disguise the fact of their being dinner satchels.

And yet there was a difference between Ellen Brewster and the people among whom she walked, and she felt it with a sort of pride and indignation with herself that it was so.
"I don't see why I should be any better than the rest," said she, defiantly, to Abby Atkins.

"My father works in a shop, and you are my best friend, and you do.

Why shouldn't I work in a shop ?" "Look at yourself," repeated the other girl, mercilessly.

"You are different.