But women at Spencer & Sons! Whose boast had always been its accuracy! Where every inch was divided into a thousand parts! "She's hanging herself with her own rope," he concluded.

"I'll say no more." Mary turned to the judge.
"You might make a minute of that," she said.
Half turning, she chanced to catch a glimpse of Uncle Stanley's satisfaction.
"And you might say this," she quietly added, "that Miss Spencer was placed in charge of the women's department, with full authority to settle all questions that might arise." "That's all ?" asked Uncle Stanley.
"I think that's all this afternoon," she said.
He turned to the judge as one man to another, and made a sweeping gesture toward the portraits on the walls, now half buried in the shadows of approaching evening.
"I wonder what they would think of women working here ?" he said in a significant tone.
Mary thought that over.
"I wonder what they would think of this ?" she suddenly asked.
She switched on the electric light and as though by magic a soft white radiance flooded the room.
"Would they want to go back to candles ?" she asked..