That morning, after the street in front of Lloyd's factory had been cleared of the flocking employes with their little dinner-boxes, and the great broadside of the front windows had been set with faces of the workers, a distracted figure came past.

A young fellow at a window of the cutting-room noticed her first.

"Look at that, Jim Tenny," said he, with a shove of an elbow towards his next neighbor.
"Get out, will ye ?" growled Jim Tenny, but he looked.
Then three girls from the stitching-room came crowding up behind with furtively tender pressings of round arms against the shoulders of the young men.

"We come in here to see if that was Eva Loud," said one, a sharp-faced, alert girl, not pretty, but a favorite among the male employes, to the constant wonder of the other girls.
"Yes, it's her fast enough," rejoined another, a sweet-faced blonde with an exaggeratedly fashionable coiffure and a noticeable smartness in the tie of her neck-ribbon and the set of her cotton waist.

"Just look at the poor thing's hair.