nine o'clock
When trouble threatened in the workroom , it was to Mrs. McChesney that the forewoman came . When an irascible customer in Green Bay , Wisconsin , waxed impatient over the delayed shipment of a Featherloom order , it was to Emma McChesney that his typewritten protest was addressed . When the office machinery needed mental oiling , when a new hand demanded to be put on silk-work instead of mercerized , when a consignment of skirt-material turned out to be more than usually metallic , it was in Mrs. Emma McChesney 's little private office that the tangle was unsnarled . She walked into that little office , now , at nine o'clock of a brilliant September morning . It was a reassuring room , bright , orderly , workmanlike , reflecting the personality of its owner . She stood in the center of it now and looked about her , eyes glowing , lips parted . She raised her hands high above her head , then brought them down to her sides again with an unconsciously dramatic gesture that expressed triumph , peace , content , relief , accomplishment , and a great and deep satisfaction .