"Well, what can I do?" she thought uneasily.
"You can stop them from being treated roughly," something inside her answered.
"I can certainly do that," she nodded to herself. "I'll telephone Uncle
Stanley right away."
But Uncle Stanley was out, and Mary was going riding with Wally that afternoon. So she wrote a hurried note and left it at the factory as they passed by.
"Dear Uncle Stanley," it read,
"Please see that every courtesy and attention is shown, the women who are still working. We may need them again some day.
"Sincerely,
"MARY."
"Now!" she said to Wally, and they started on their ride. And, oh, but that was a ride!
The afternoon was perfect, the sun warm but not hot, the air crystal clear. It had showered the night before and the world, in its spring dress, looked as though it had been washed and spruced for their approval.