What solid, basic thing was there for her to lean against?
Suddenly she caught the sound of the distant bagpipes. She rushed out into the hall and took down the receiver of the telephone.
"Hello, Central. Park Row 3900."...
"Hello. The Clarion?"...
"One! Two! Three!!"
Sadie came to the kitchen door and looked out in surprise. The gaslight shone full on Yetta's face; it was drawn and haggard.
Harry Moore, who happened to answer the call in The Clarion office, did not recognize Yetta's voice, but he recognized the signal of distress.
"O-o-oh!" he shouted back. "Cut it out and work for Socialism."
Yetta's fixed stare melted into the look of one who sees a fair vision, the strained lines about her mouth relaxed into a glad smile.