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Updated: June 26, 2025
It's so quaint and English looking, just like the one that Daisy was married in. Instead of being all in white, she was married in the dress she happened to have on when she ran away, just an old black walking skirt and plaid shirt-waist. No veil, no trail, and no orange-blossoms, and she had counted on having all three. It was so prosy and commonplace after the grand things she had planned."
These shirt-waist makers, all self-supporting, whose income and outlay are described above, were all with the exception of Irena Kovalova, who supported a family of four living away from home. Natalya lived with her mother and father. She did not do her own washing, though she made her own waists and those of her sister and mother.
She had a large, worn place in the sleeve of her white shirt-waist, and she was given to lifting her arm and surveying it with an air of covert injury and indignation. "The omelet is all gone, too," said Eddy. "Marie and Martin haven't got anything to eat." "Oh, hush, dear!" said Mrs. Carroll. "Marie can cook another omelet."
But I overcame the temptation to rebel, and to please him wore a blue and pink shirt-waist with a floral silk skirt at a garden-party I suppose he thought floral silk was appropriate to the garden; nor did I even show my mortification to those about me.
At lunch, the next day, a day when Penton was called in to Philadelphia on business while Darrie, Ruth, Hildreth and I sat talking together peacefully about our outdoor board, Hildreth suddenly threw a third of a glass of milk on Darrie's shirt-waist front. We were astounded. "Why, Hildreth, what does this mean?" I asked. I want to be let alone." And Hildreth hurried away.
Pete's attention was held by the delicate contours of her perfect figure and the gaping, bedraggled white shirt-waist, where the soft flesh of her fair bosom showed through, and the delicate lace and ribbons of her undergarments were left in full view. No one offered Beasley encouragement and his laugh fell flat. And when Curly spoke it was to express something of the general thought.
Far, far away, on the dim and distant horizon, something glimmered, like sunlight upon airy peaks. Peter's mother wasn't at all beautiful just a little, thin, sallow woman with mild brown eyes and graying hair, and a sensitive mouth, and dressed in a worn black skirt and a plain white shirt-waist. Her fingers were needle-pricked, and she stooped from bending so constantly over her sewing-machine.
"Then we had the same kind of food I could not eat; and they put us to work sewing gloves. But I could not sew, I was so faint and sick. At night there was the same kind of food I could not eat, and all the time I wondered about that shirt-waist striker that could not speak one word of English, and she was all alone and had the same we had in other ways.
She wore a shirt-waist of brown silk, and a little cutaway jacket. Mrs. Jameson looked as if she were attired for riding the wheel, but that was a form of exercise to which she was by no means partial either for herself or for her daughters. I could never understand just why she was not partial to wheeling. Wheels were not as fashionable then as now, but Mrs.
She dressed herself in a worn shirt-waist of dotted blue percale, a skirt of light-brown serge rather faded, and a small straw hat which she had worn all summer at Columbia City. Her shoes were old, and her necktie was in that crumpled, flattened state which time and much wearing impart. She made a very average looking shop-girl with the exception of her features.
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