Her idea of work had been so entirely different.

All during the long afternoon she thought of the city outside and its imposing show, crowds, and fine buildings.

Columbia City and the better side of her home life came back.

By three o'clock she was sure it must be six, and by four it seemed as if they had forgotten to note the hour and were letting all work overtime.

The foreman became a true ogre, prowling constantly about, keeping her tied down to her miserable task.
What she heard of the conversation about her only made her feel sure that she did not want to make friends with any of these.