I notice she's willing to borrow my loud shirtwaists and my loud gloves and my loud collars.

A healthy, wide-awake wholesome looking small-town girl, who has gone through high school and cuts out her own shirtwaists.

She thought about her at night when she was washing and ironing her other shirtwaist for next day's wear.

So fast they flew that a break in needle or thread ruined a shirtwaist; hence, never did she allow her eyes to wander, never during a day of ten to fourteen hours, while, continuously, the needles danced up and down like flashes of steel or lightning.