Madame Titreville slowly circled the work-table.

She told one girl her work was sloppy and made her do the flower over.

Then she stalked out as stiffly as she had come in.
The complaining and low laughter began again.
"Really, young ladies!" said Madame Lerat, trying to look more severe than ever.

"You will force me to take measures." The workgirls paid no attention to her.

They were not afraid of her.