And then the
slip-over pinafores. But somehow her thoughts became
jumbled here, so that faces instead of garments filled her
mind's eye. Again and again there swam into her ken the
face of that woman of fifty, in decent widow's weeds, who
had stood there in the Night Court, charged with
drunkenness on the streets. And the man with the frost-
bitten fingers in Madison Square. And the dog in the
sweater. And the feverish concentration of the piece-work
sewers in the window of the loft building.
She gave it up, selected a magazine, and decided to go in to
lunch.
There was nothing spectacular about the welcome she got on
her return to the office after this first trip. A firm that
counts its employees by the thousands, and its profits in
tens of millions, cannot be expected to draw up formal
resolutions of thanks when a heretofore flabby department
begins to show signs of red blood.
Ella Monahan said, "They'll make light of it--all but
Fenger. That's their way."
Slosson drummed with his fingers all the time she was giving
him the result of her work in terms of style, material,
quantity, time, and price.
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