Jim Tenny paled under his grime; the hand which held the knife clinched.
"What do you s'pose has become of the young one ?" said the first girl.

"There's a good many out from the shop huntin' this mornin', ain't there ?" "Fifty," said the first man, laconically.
"You three were out all day yesterday, wa'n't you ?" "Yes, Jim and Carl and me were out till after midnight." "Well, I wonder whether the poor little young one is alive?
Don't seem as if she could be--but--" "Look there! look there!" screamed the elderly girl suddenly.

"Look at _there!_" She began to dance, she laughed, she sobbed, she waved her lean hands frantically out of the window, leaning far over the bench.

"Look at there!" she kept crying.

Then she turned and ran out of the room, with the other girls and half the cutting-room after her.
"Damn it, she's got the child!" said the thin man.