And their goods were the kind that required high-class
workers. Their girls earned all the way from twelve to
twenty-five dollars.
But Fanny knew she had driven home the entering wedge. She
left them after making an engagement for the following day.
The Horn & Udell factory was in New York's newer loft-
building section, around Madison, Fifth avenue, and the
Thirties. Her hotel was very near. She walked up Fifth
avenue a little way, and as she walked she wondered why she
did not feel more elated. Her day's work had exceeded her
expectations. It was a brilliant January afternoon, with a
snap in the air that was almost western. Fifth avenue
flowed up, flowed down, and Fanny fought the impulse to
stare after every second or third woman she passed. They
were so invariably well-dressed. There was none of the
occasional shabbiness or dowdiness of Michigan Avenue.
Every woman seemed to have emerged fresh from the hands of
masseuse and maid. Their hair was coiffed to suit the
angle of the hat, and the hat had been chosen to enhance the
contour of the head, and the head was carried with regard
for the dark furs that encircled the throat.
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