Luxuries to me are what necessities are to another. A boot too heavy, a dress ill-hung, a stocking too thick, are annoyances which to the self-indulgent woman of the world are absolute discomforts. To omit the daily bath is a little less than a crime in the calendar; an odour bordering on the foul creates nausea to nostrils ultra-refined; undue noises are nerve exhausting. If any three things are more unendurable to me than others, they are noises, bad smells and close air.
I am in no wise unique, but represent a class as real as the other class whose sweat, bone and fiber make up a vast human machine turning out necessities and luxuries for the market.
A DELICATE TYPE OF BEAUTY
At work in a Lynn shoe factory.
ONE OF THE SWELLS OF THE FACTORY
A very expert "vamper," an Irish girl, earning from $10 to $14 a week.
The clothes I laid aside on December 18, 1901, were as follows:
| Hat | $ 40 |
| Sealskin coat | 200 |
| Black cloth dress | 150 |
| Silk underskirt | 25 |
| Kid gloves | 2 |
| Underwear | 30 |
| —— | |
| $ 447 |
The clothes I put on were as follows: