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Steadily and surely the places left vacant by the men were filled with women, naturally deft of hand and quick of eye; but the more apparent it became that the third phase of the strike was being lost by the men, the more worried Archey looked the oftener he peeped into the future and frowned at what he saw there.
As the young man hurried away he passed Mary's car. "Why, it's Archey!" she thought. Whether or not it was due to telepathy, the young man looked up and his colour deepened under his tan. "It is Archey; isn't it?" asked Mary, leaning forward and smiling. "Yes'm," he said, awkwardly enough, and grammar deserting him in his confusion he added: "It's me all right, Miss Spencer."
"If I'm not back at ten, I sha'n't be home tonight," she had told Hutchins as she left the house. At half past eight Archey called, full of the topic which had been started that afternoon. Hutchins told him what Mary had said. "All right," he said. "I'll wait." He left his car under the porte cochère, and went upstairs to chat with Miss Cordelia and Miss Patty.
The strain of the current had probably weakened this, for the next thing they saw Paul was tugging at the cable with all his strength, worrying it from side to side, kicking at the bow with the front of his heel, evidently trying to pull the ring from its socket. "If that gives way, the whole thing goes over," cried Archey. "I'll throw him the hammer."
"You never know whether you're going to catch it or not or when you're going to catch, it or what it's going to do to you " She walked to the window and rather unsteadily her hand arose to her breast. "I wonder if I shall ever catch it...." she thought. "I wonder what it will do to me...!" Archey Forbes came back in the beginning of May and the first call he made was to the house on the hill.
"I think it was Archey," she thought, as she made her escape, her knees shaking, her breath coming fast. She knew it was, ten minutes later, when Archey found her in the office knew it from the way he looked at her and the hesitation of his speech but it wasn't until they were shaking hands in parting that she saw the cut on his knuckles. "You've hurt yourself," she said.
Dooley continued, "I was on'y goin' to say, Hinnissy, that in spite iv me hathred iv George as a man a marrid man an' me contimpt f'r his qualities as a fighter, in spite iv th' chickens he has stole an' the notes he has forged an' th' homes he has rooned, if he was to come r-runnin' up Archey road, as he might, pursooed be ladies an' gintlemen an' th' palajeem iv our liberties peltin him with rotten eggs an' ol' cats, I'd open th' dure f'r him, an' whin he come in I'd put me fut behind it an' I'd say to th' grateful people: 'Fellow-citizens, I'd say, 'lave us, I'd say.
She was still gloating over the table of women's efficiency when Hutchins appeared. "Mr. Archibald Forbes is calling." Archey had news. "The men had a meeting this afternoon," he said. "They've been getting up a big petition, and they are going to send another committee to Washington." "What for?" "To press for that boycott.
There was an argument in that advertisement, "Easier than washing, ironing, scrubbing or sewing," that appealed to many a feminine imagination, and when the fancy, thus awakened, played around the promising phrase "$21 a week and up," hope presently turned to desire and desire to resolution. "We'll have to set up more machines," said Mary to Archey when she saw the size of her first class.
To me," she thought, "it almost seems insulting to Burdon to call accountants in now; but according to the judge it would be insulting to Burdon not to call them in " She was still puzzling over it when Archey, that stormy petrel of bad news, came in and very soon took her mind from anonymous letters. "The finishers are getting ready to quit," he announced. "They had a vote this noon.
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