"My dear madam, that's a question I have no time to consider. I dare say they earn a living somehow. Indeed, I'm told they go into cigar factories. There's always plenty of work." "Plenty of work,"--a form of words so familiar that I looked for it now from both employer and employed. But for the last was an addition finding no place on the lips of the first: "Plenty of work? Oh, yes! I can always get plenty of work. The trouble is to get the wages for it." A block or so below, and further west, one great window of a cheaper establishment held jackets and wraps large and small, marked down for the holidays, their advertisement in a morning paper having read, "Jackets from $4 up." Still further over, another window displayed numbers as great, and a placard at one side announced: "These elegant jackets from $2.87 up." The cloth might be shoddy, but here was a garment, fashionably cut, well finished to all appearance, and unexceptionable in pattern and color. All along the crowded avenue the story was the same, and as east took the place of west, and Grand Street and the Bowery and Third Avenue gave in their returns, "These elegant jackets from $2.35 up" gave the final depth to which cheapness could descend. If this was retail, what could be the wholesale price, and what was likely to be the story of the worker from whose hands they had come? It is worth while to follow these jackets as they emerge from the cutting-room, and in packages holding such number of dozens as has been agreed upon, pass to the express wagon which distributes them among the workers, the firm in mind at present, like many others, preferring this arrangement to any which involves dealing directly with the women.