The eastern sky becomes once more its highway instead of its trapeze.

It collects its wits, emits a few contrite bubbles of smoke, and leaps beyond sight.
Whenever this happened, the female fairies behaved in a very plebeian and forward manner, waving their hoes at each machine, encouraging it by brazen gestures to further extravagances, and striving to reach its hearing with loud shrill cries.

There was very little difference between these fairies and other lady war-workers.

In fact they were only distinguishable by their stature and by the empty and innocent expression of their faces.

Also perhaps by their tuneful singing, and by a habit of breaking out suddenly into country dances between the bean-rows.
Sarah Brown, who worked a great deal more industriously than any one else in sight, soon overtook them, and while conscious of that touch of interested scorn always felt by the One towards the Herd, found relief in watching their vagaries, and presently in speaking to them.
For she needed relief, poor Sarah Brown, her disabilities were catching her up; a hoarse contralto cough was reminding her of many doctors' warnings against manual work.