six o'clock
You ai n't goin ' to flop , too , are you ? '' `` Not if I can hold out . '' `` I knowed you was game all right , '' said Mag , with grim approval . By six o'clock the last bottle was packed , and Nance washed the blood and dirt off her hands and forced her swollen , aching feet into her shoes . She jerked her jacket and tam-o ' - shanter from the long row of hooks , and half blind with weariness , joined the throng of women and girls that jostled one another down the stairs . Every muscle of her body ached , and her whole soul was hot with rebellion . She told herself passionately that nothing in the world could induce her to come back ; she was through with factory work forever .