NextmorningonherwaytothefactoryLizacameupwithSally.Theywerebothofthemratherstaleandbedraggledaftertheday'soutingtheirfringeswereraggedanduntidilystrayingovertheirforeheads,theirbackhair,carelesslytiedinalooseknot,fellovertheirnecksandthreatenedcompletelytocomedown.Lizahadnothadtimetoputherhaton,andwasholdingitinherhand.Sally'swaspinnedonsideways,andshehadtobashitdownonherheadeverynowandthentopreventitscomingoff.CinderellaherselfwasnotmoretransformedthantheywerebutCinderellaeveninherragswasvirtuouslytidyandpatchedup,whileSallyhadagreattearinhershabbydress,andLiza'sstockingswerefallingoverherboots.
'Wotcheer,Sal!'saidLiza,whenshecaughtherup.
'Oh,I'avegotsicha'eadonmethismornin'!'sheremarked,turningroundapaleface:heavilylinedundertheeyes.
'Idon'tfeeltoochirpyneither,'saidLiza,sympathetically.
'IwishI'adn'tdrunksomuchbeer,'addedSally,asapangshotthroughherhead.
'Oh,you'llbearrightinabit,'saidLiza.Justthentheyheardtheclockstrikeeight,andtheybegantorunsothattheymightnotmissgettingtheirtokensandtherebytheirday'spaytheyturnedintothestreetattheendofwhichwasthefactory,andsawhalfahundredwomenrunninglikethemselvestogetinbeforeitwastoolate.
AllthemorningLizaworkedinadead-and-alivesortoffashion,herheadlikeapieceofleadwithelectricshocksgoingthroughitwhenshemoved,andhertongueandmouthhotanddry.Atlastlunch-timecame.
'Comeon,Sal,'saidLiza,'I'mgoin'to'aveaglasso'bitter.Ican'tstandthisnolonger.'
Sotheyenteredthepublic-houseopposite,andinonedraughtfinishedtheirpots.Lizagavealongsighofrelief.
'Thatbucksyouup,don'tit?'
'Iwasdry!Iain'ttoldyeryet,Liza,'aveI?'Egotitahtlastnight.'
'Whod'yermean?'
'Why,'Arry.'Espititahtatlast.'
'Arstyerternimetheday?'saidLiza,smiling.
'Thet'sit.'
'Anddidyer?'
'Didn'tIjest!'answeredSally,withsomeemphasis.'IalwaystoldyerI'dgitoffbeforeyou.'
'Yus!'saidLiza,thinking.
'Yerknow,Liza,you'dbettertikeTom'eain'tabads