It depends on the man and the tool." Mary told him then what she had in her mind, and Mac didn't think much of it until she showed him the photographs.

Even then he was "michty cautious" until he happened to turn to the picture of a munition factory in Glasgow where row after row of overalled women were doing the lathe work.
"Think of that now," said he; "in Glasga'!" As he looked, the frost left his eye.

"A grand lot of lasses," he said and cleared his throat.
"If they can do it, we can do it, too--don't you think so ?" "Why not ?" he asked.

"For let me tell you this, Miss Mary.

Those old countries are all grand countries--to somebody's way of thinking.