This recovered her sufficiently and she went excitedly on, hardly
breathing until the shadow moved away from behind her. Then she
heaved a great breath.

As the morning wore on the room became hotter. She felt the need
of a breath of fresh air and a drink of water, but did not
venture to stir. The stool she sat on was without a back or
foot-rest, and she began to feel uncomfortable. She found, after
a time, that her back was beginning to ache. She twisted and
turned from one position to another slightly different, but it
did not ease her for long. She was beginning to weary.

"Stand up, why don't you?" said the girl at her right, without
any form of introduction. "They won't care."

Carrie looked at her gratefully. "I guess I will," she said.

She stood up from her stool and worked that way for a while, but
it was a more difficult position. Her neck and shoulders ached
in bending over.

The spirit of the place impressed itself on her in a rough way.
She did not venture to look around, but above the clack of the
machine she could hear an occasional remark. She could also note
a thing or two out of the side of her eye.

"Did you see Harry last night?" said the girl at her left,
addressing her neighbour.