eleven o'clock
It was a blow to find that Mag , who was the cleverest girl in the finishing room , had been filing bottle necks for four years . She stole a glance at her stooped shoulders and sallow skin and the hideous , empty socket of her left eye . What was the good of becoming expert if it only put one where Mag was ? By eleven o'clock there was a sharp pain between her shoulder-blades , and her feet ached so that she angrily kicked off first one shoe , then the other . This was the signal for a general laugh . `` They 're kiddin ' you fer sheddin ' yer shoes , '' explained Mag , who had laughed louder than anybody . `` Greenhorns always do it first thing .