She twisted and turned from one position to another slightly different, but it did not ease her for long.

She was beginning to weary.
"Stand up, why don't you ?" said the girl at her right, without any form of introduction.

"They won't care." Carrie looked at her gratefully.

"I guess I will," she said.
She stood up from her stool and worked that way for a while, but it was a more difficult position.

Her neck and shoulders ached in bending over.
The spirit of the place impressed itself on her in a rough way.