ere it belonged and each box labeled as to color. How
wondrous grand it looked! How clean and dusted! I made the boss
himself gaze upon the glory of it.

"_Ach_, fine!" he beamed.

Two days later it was as if I had never touched a spool. The boxes
were broken, the spools spilled all over--pawing was again in season.
Not yet quite so much dust, but soon even the dust would be as of
yore.

"One cause of labor unrest is undoubtedly the fact that the workers
are aware that present management of industry is not always 100 per
cent efficient."

* * * * *

So then, I framed up. Nor was it merely that I worked under
difficulties as to space. Another of the boss's ideas of scientific
management seemed to be to employ as few bright and useful girls as
possible. He started with three. He ended with just one. From dawn to
dewy eve I tore. It was "Connie, come here!" (Ada, the beadwork
forelady.) "Connie, come here!" (The cutter.) "Connie, thread, thread,
yes? There's a good girl!" (The beaders.) "Connie, changeable beads,
yes? That's the girl!" "Connie, unframe these two skirts quick as you
can!" "Connie, never mind finishing those skirts; I got to get this
'special' framed up right away!" "Connie, didn't you finish unframing
those skirts?" "Connie, tissue paper, yes? Thanks awfully." "Connie,
did you see that tag I laid here? Look for it, will you?"

But the choice and rare moment of my bright and useful career was when
the boss himself called, "Oh, Miss Connie, come _mal_ here, yes?" And
when I got _mal_ there he said, "I want you should take my shoes to
the cobblers _so fort_ yes?... And be sure you get a check ... and go
quick, yes." Whereupon he removed his shoes and shuffled about in a
pair of galoshes.

I put on the green tam. I put on the old brown coat with now three
buttons gone and the old fur collar, over my blue-checked apron, and
with the boss's shoes under my arm out I fared, wishing to goodness I
would run into some one I knew, to chuckle with me. Half an hour later
the boss called me again.

"I think it is time you should bring my shoes back, yes?" I went. The
cobbler said it would be another five minutes. Five minutes to do what
I would within New York! It was a wondrous sensation. Next to the
cobbler's a new building was going up. I have always envied the folks
who had time to hang over a railing and watch a new building going up.
At last--my own self, my green tam, my br