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236 SEAMSTRESSES AGAIN.
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another -warehouse is approached , and where the dull whirr of sewing machines comes monotonously on the ear .
On two or three days of the week this entry is crowded with women , who also swarm about tlie folding * doors .
This is ' taking-in day , " and as the fog has cleared a little , you may see the motley . Here are little children trembling with
cold and clinging company wistfully to the mother ; and here are young girls , with pretty faces , whose eyes flash scorpions now and then at some
gentleman who leers meaningly as he passes by , while others laugh carelessly as if about arrived at the conclusion that anything was
as good as waistcoat making . And there are younger girls looking pale and sickly , and old women who seem tanned and toughened
and dried , looking like animated mummies . These can scarcely be said to livefor love and hope and joy are all extinct , and they are
, moving on as a machine moves on a little while by the propulsion of a momentum which has ceased to be renewed .
But there was one woman standing by the door , who , though she had the same sort of bundle as the rest , was clearly ' not of the
sisterhood . She was a neat , elderly , motherly body , and young eyes were fastened on the kindly face just as you stand before some exquisite
Madonna , -while a spell is being woven about the senses , and every thought is concentrated to a wondering admiration . Some shadow
must have fallen athwart her path , or she had not been there ; and yet there was no line on the plumpfair eomplexionedbenignant
, , countenance that told of vicissitude : there was , indeed , a shade of sadness upon it , but it was evidently . the reflex of outward objects
merely , and arose not from within . She stood very patiently while first one and then another emerged from the warehouse with
heightened color , or entered with frightened look . The cause for apprehension will be obvious wlien we explain that the work is
taken in generally on Mondays , Wednesdays , and Fridays ; a , nd if one worker has half a dozen waistcoatsand a single button-hole be
, condemned , she takes back the waistcoat to repair the fault , but can neither be paid for the work done , nor have more out till the next
taking-in day . . At last it came to the turn of the good woman , whom we shall
call Dorothy , to enter with her bundle . The gas was flaring- extrawarehouse vagantly where was a large stood fire the before foreman which , and was at sitting the a _iipper pompous end of gent the ' '
, who was smoking a cigar and flinging his legs about as if it were a positive nuisance to have legs at all . Dorothy advanced to the
foreman and submissively laid her waistcoats on the counter before himthere were but two .
, " What ' s this ? " said he , as on looking over the second his quick pounced on a toothstitch or something else of the kind in the
eye closing . "It won't do , " he added , emphasising the "do" in a most decisive manner , and he pushed back the offending waistcoat
and gave the signal for somebody else to approach .
236 Seamstresses Again.
236 SEAMSTRESSES AGAIN .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Dec. 1, 1859, page 236, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01121859/page/20/
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