six o'clock at night
You can see them changing under your eyes . Ours was the best factory on the Clyde , and the conditions were unspeakable , in spite of canteens , and rest-rooms , and libraries , and sanitation , and all this damned ` welfare ' . Fancy a girl chained up for twelve hours every day to a thundering , whizzing , iron machine that never gets tired . The machine 's just as fresh at six o'clock at night as it was at six o'clock in the morning , and just as anxious to maim her if she does n't look out for herself -- more anxious . The whole thing 's still going on ; they 're at it now , this very minute . You 're interested in a factory , are n't you , G.J. ? '' `` Yes , '' he answered gently , but looked with seemingly callous firmness down at her .