The forewoman descended on her with a torrent of coarse abuse, whereupon Sadie rose suddenly from her machine, and in a burst of hysterical profanity and tears rushed out of the factory, vowing never to return.

There was only one course, she decided, for her to take, and she took it.
"Sadie, why did you do it ?" wailed Rosie the next time they met.
"It's better than the factory," said Sadie.
Tucking muslin underwear is dull work, but it is, in most ways, a more agreeable task than icing cakes in a St.Louis biscuit factory.

All day Edna M---- stood over a tank filled with thick chocolate icing.

The table beside Edna's tank was kept constantly supplied with freshly baked "lady-fingers," and these in delicate handfuls Edna seized and plunged into the hot ooze of the chocolate.

Her arms, up to the elbows, went into the black stuff, over and over again all day.