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Add it up over a year and my sixteen forty-nine'll look big as their thirty dollars to forty dollars a week, see if it don't.” Tillie's old, fat, wheezy mother works on our floor—maybe Tillie really was born there. One day I decided to see what could be done if I went the limit. Suppose I had a sick mother and a lame brother—a lot of factory girls have.
It seemed to me that the mere fact of your caring for him " That was shaky ground; he got off it quickly. "Schwitter has closed up. Do you want to stop there?" "Not to-night, please." They were near the white house now. Schwitter's had closed up, indeed. The sign over the entrance was gone. The lanterns had been taken down, and in the dusk they could see Tillie rocking her baby on the porch.
"Well," exclaimed Belle, the sentimental one, "who is star-gazing, now? Cora, what did you forget in that runaway car?" Cora smiled. She had been remiss, and she owed it to the girls to see that their trip was a success. She would atone now. "Tillie," she said suddenly, "couldn't you and Adele shut up shop for a week and come with us?
When he had left at twelve o'clock that night, she softly climbed the stairs to her room, careful not to disturb the sleeping household. Tillie wondered why it was that every girl of her acquaintance exulted in being asked to keep company with a gentleman friend. She had found "sitting up" a more fatiguing task than even the dreaded Monday's washing which would confront her on the morrow.
I'd be good to you, Tillie, I swear it. It'd be just the same as marriage. Nobody need know it." "You'd know it. You wouldn't respect me." "Don't a man respect a woman that's got courage enough to give up everything for him?" Tillie was crying softly into her apron. He put a work-hardened hand on her head. "It isn't as if I'd run around after women," he said.
He ain't young, and I ain't. And we're not getting any younger. He had nice manners; he'd have been good to me." Mrs. McKee's voice failed her. For a moment she gasped like a fish. Then: "And him a married man!" "Well, I'm not going to do it," Tillie soothed her. "I get to thinking about it sometimes; that's all. This new fellow made me think of him. He's got the same nice way about him."
"Tillie could earn her own way as my little maid helping me keep my few rooms in the Normal School building and doing my mending and darning for me. And you know after she was graduated she could earn her living as a teacher." Margaret saw the look of feverish eagerness with which Tillie heard this proposal and awaited the outcome. Before her husband could answer, Mrs. Getz offered a weak protest.
I've not saw him yet myself." Much as Tillie disliked being alone with her suitor, she was rather relieved this evening when the family, en masse, significantly took its departure to the second floor; for she hoped that with no one but Absalom to deal with, she could induce him to lower his voice so their talk would not be audible to the teacher in the room above.
"Tillie," Thea used to cry impatiently, "can't you see that if Miss Spencer tried to make one of those things, she'd make me look like a circus girl? Anyhow, I don't know anybody in Chicago. I won't be going to parties." Tillie always replied with a knowing toss of her head, "You see! You'll be in society before you know it. There ain't many girls as accomplished as you."
Since I had to kick twice for every cone top finished, that would have meant around one dollar fifteen cents for the day. Vanished the piece-rate enthusiasm. Tillie seemed the only girl on our floor doing piecework. Tillie, who “was born there.” She was thin and stoop shouldered, wore spectacles, and did her hair according to the pompadour styles of some twenty years ago. The work ain't so bad.
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