advertisement sheets thoughtfully posted on the notice boards, and having selected one, marched forth to a big clothing factory.
Her knowledge of the district in which she lived was rudimentary, and a big, ten story factory at the back of a yawning opening from which passing trains belched forth dense black smoke, sent her heart into her throat; but the recollection that a thousand girls worked in that factory, sisters of her friends, and friends of friends, resettled her mind, and she entered the office with a clatter of her ill-fitting boots.
A stout, little, bald headed man, who raised his glasses to his forehead as he reviewed the line of girls, came up to her in turn.
"Been to work before?" "No." "Got your certificate?"
"Yuss." "What do you want to be?" "Baster." "Can you sew?" "Of course I can." "Alright. You get two shillings a week." She turned on her heel. "Here, girl," called the foreman. "Ain't going to stop here," looking at him steadily. "Why?" "I knows yer pays three shillings to beginners. Yer can't do me." "After the first two weeks." "Yer are stingy." "Stop that tongue pie." "Say, now, mister, is it square? Three bob after two weeks?" "Yes." "Alright. Show us up." Sarah had become a baster. . . .
FORWARD
FORWARD let the people go," Israel's God will have it so; Though the path be through the sea, Israel, what is that to thee? He who bids thee pass the waters, Will aid His sons and daughters. Deep and wide the sea appears, Israel wonders, Israel fears; Yet the word is "Forward" still: Israel! 'tis the Master's will; Though no way thou canst discover, Not one plank to float thee over.
Israel, are thou sorely tried, Art thou pressed on every side, Does it seem as if no power Could relieve thee in this hour? Wherefore art thou thus dishearten'd, Is the arm that saves thee shorten'd? Stand thou till this day, and see Wonders wrought, and wrought for thee; Safe thyself on yonder shore, Thou shalt see thy foes no more. Thine to see the heavenly glory, Thine to hear the wondrous story.