With an involuntary movement, Mary freed herself from Wally's hand.
"Four women to see you—from the factory, I think," Helen breathlessly announced, and pretending not to notice Wally's scowl she added, "I wouldn't have bothered you … only one of them's crying…."
CHAPTER XXII
The four women were standing in the driveway by the side of the house, and if you had been there as Mary approached, they might have reminded you of four lost sheep catching sight of their shepherd.
"Come and sit down," said Mary, "and tell me what's the matter."
"We've been discharged," said one with a red face. "Of course I know that we shouldn't have come to bother you about it, Miss Spencer, but it was you who hired us, and I told him, said I, 'Miss Spencer's going to hear about this. She won't stand for any dirty work.'"
Mary had seated herself on the veranda steps and, obeying her gesture, the four women sat on the step below her, two on one side and two on the other.
"Who discharged you?" she asked.
"Mr. Woodward."
"Which Mr. Woodward?"