She'll be one of the first to come--I know she will.

And her husband is one of the strikers--that's the funny part of it!" Mary smiled herself at that, and she smiled again the next morning when she saw the women coming through the gate.
"Report in your old locker room," her letter had read, "and bring your working clothes." By nine o'clock more than half the automatic machines were busy, and women were still arriving.
"The canteen's going again," ran the report up and down the aisles.
At half past ten the old gong sounded in the lathe room, and the old tea wagon began its old-time trundling.

In addition to refreshments each woman received a rose-bud--"From Miss Spencer.

With thanks and best wishes." "Do you know if the piano's here yet ?" asked a brisk looking matron in sky blue overalls.
"Yep," nodded the tea girl.

"When I came through, they were taking the cover off it, and fixing up the rest room." "Isn't it good to be back again!" said the brisk young matron to her neighbour.