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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Isn't it hateful? Just think of us made to work among factory-girls. I don't see what my father could have been thinking of!" Katie made no answer, but pointed to Miss Peters, and then to the rule for silence which was hung up conspicuously on the wall. "Nonsense!" said Bertie, "that don't mean me. I'm daughter of Mr Sanderson, the overseer of the bindery, don't you know?
To him those irregular, girlish strokes were dearer than anything else this wide world held, because they were Dorothy's. Although she had suddenly disappeared, and all her friends had turned against her in the bindery, declaring that she had eloped with the handsome, dark-eyed stranger, he still believed her true.
Before this the printing department had been abandoned, and the concern was run as a book and stationery store, with a bindery attached. The old store being too small, new and more commodious quarters were found further up Superior street on the opposite side, and with the change the business increased with greater rapidity than previously.
They fell into a hot argument, which was even continued as we walked across the street to the Doves Bindery. The Doves Bindery, as all good men know, is managed by Mr. Cobden-Sanderson, who married one of the two daughters of Richard Cobden of Corn-Law fame. Just why Mr. Sanderson, the lawyer, should have borrowed his wife's maiden name and made it legally a part of his own, I do not know.
Several girls spoke up: “What made you advertise learners if you don't want none?” “I did want some, but I got all I want.” We stuffed the elevator and went on down. As a last try, my lunch and apron and I tore for the Subway and Park Place, down by the Woolworth Building. By the time I reached that bindery there were only two girls ahead of me. A man interviewed the younger.
"Hello, Razorre," he had greeted me; then he had turned to the group at his table and told them about me, I could see by their glances but in a pleasant way. The next morning I was at work in the bindery, smearing glue on the backs of unbound books. My wage was three dollars a week and "found," as they say in the West. Not much, but what did it matter?
It was not, however, without a feeling of trepidation natural to a stranger that she made her way to that meeting when the afternoon arrived. No sooner was she seated in Mrs. Holt's drawing-room filled with camp-chairs for the occasion than she found herself listening breathlessly to a recital of personal experiences by a young woman who worked in a bindery on the East side.
It was not, however, without a feeling of trepidation natural to a stranger that she made her way to that meeting when the afternoon arrived. No sooner was she seated in Mrs. Holt's drawing-room filled with camp-chairs for the occasion than she found herself listening breathlessly to a recital of personal experiences by a young woman who worked in a bindery on the East side.
It was not quite so easy to earn money as she had supposed. The little girl looked very mysterious all teatime, and threw out several hints that quite mystified her brothers about Mr. Sanderson and the bindery. But no one guessed her secret, and the next afternoon, just as she was beginning to think of putting on her hat and running down to get her answer, who should come into the gate but Mr.
Oh, yes ... the only ones I care about are those on Indians and Indian lore ... I have all the Smithsonian Institution books on the subject ... and I have a wigwam back of the bindery haven't you noticed it? where I like to go and sit cross-legged and meditate ... no, I don't want to study regular things.
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