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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'tabadsort.'Shewasquitepatronizing. 'I'mgoin'tertike'ooIlikean'itain'tnobody'sbusinessbutmine.' 'Arright,Liza,don'tgetshirtyoveritIdon'tmeannooffence.' 'Whatd'yersayitforthen?' 'Well,Ithoughtasseeingasyer'dgoneahtwith'imyesterdaythetyermeantterafterall.' ''EwantedtertikemeIdidn'tarsk'im.' 'Well,Ididn'tarskmy'Arry,either.' 'Ineversaidyerdid,'repliedLiza. 'Oh,you'vegotthe'ump,you'ave!'finishedSally,ratherangrily. ThebeerhadrestoredLiza:shewentbacktoworkwithoutaheadache,and,exceptforaslightlanguor,feelingnoworseforthepreviousday'sdebauch.Assheworkedonshebegangoingoverinhermindtheeventsoftheprecedingday,andshefoundentwinedinallherthoughtstheburlypersonofJimBlakeston.ShesawhimwalkingbyhersideintheForest,presidingoverthemeals,playingt