nine to five, Monday
We do n't cut our patterns with an ouija-board . '' Mrs. Orton-Wells rustled protestingly . `` But , my dear Mrs. Buck , you know , we mean women of the Laboring Class . '' `` I 'm in this place of business from nine to five , Monday to Saturday , inclusive . If that does n't make me a member of the laboring class I do n't want to belong . '' It was here that Mrs. Orton-Wells showed herself a woman not to be trifled with . She moved forward to the edge of her chair , fixed Emma Buck with determined eyes , and swept into midstream , sails spread .