They are welding metals, drilling, boring, grinding, milling, even working on the engines and magnetos--" A quiver ran up and down Mary's back and her eyes felt wet.

"Just what I've always said," she thought.

"Ah, the poor women--" "They are making telescopes, periscopes, binoculars, cameras--cutting and grinding the lenses--work so fine that the deviation of a hair's breadth would cause rejection--some of the lenses as small as a split pea.

They make the metal parts that hold those lenses, assemble them, adjust them, test them.

These are the eyes of the army and navy--surely no small part for the woman to supply." Mary's thoughts turned to some of the homes she had seen--the surroundings--the expression of the housewife.