"But they do need them. They are gymnasium suits."
"What's gymnasium suits?"
"Suits to take exercise in, physical exercise."
"Do they need special clothes to take exercise in? What's the matter with the clothes they got on?"
"They restrict the movements."
"You mean they can't move their arms and legs. Fudge and fiddlesticks! Put them girls out to play and they'd move their arms and legs quick enough without fancy clothin'. If they can't move 'em with the exercises you give 'em, give 'em other kinds. It seems to me that if these people are as poor as you tell me, exercise ain't what they want. They want to learn things to help 'em pay the rent at home, or save a little money once in a while by makin' their things."
Mrs. Harris was a little angry.
"I am sorry, Miss Doane," she said stiffly, "that you don't approve of our sewing-class."
"No, I don't approve of it. With a teacher like Daphne it's about as much use as squirtin' rose-water on a garbage tin. If the rest of your work is like this, I guess I'll go home—"
She started to leave the room, but at the door she stopped.