And Irma continued with the True Woman: “There's another thing the True Woman should have and that's a good character....”
“Irma!” (slight impatience in Miss Cross's tone) “you ironed this nightgown on the wrong side!”
Irma looked appealingly at me. “There she goes again. She makes me downright nervous, that fo'-lady does.”
Poor, persecuted Irma!
During that first morning Irma had to iron over at least six things. Then they looked like distraction. I thought of the manager's introductory speech to me—how after two weeks I might have to make way for a more efficient person.
“How long you been here?” I asked Irma.
“Four months.”
“What you makin'?”
“Thirteen a week.”
“Ever get extra?”