Excerpt from The Holy Mountain: A Satire on Tendencies
Here, early on a Monday in July, was enacted a series of little scenes which might have been providentially arranged for reproduction on paper bags. A servant in a sluttish print dress, with untidy hair and cap awry, stood for some minutes at the side door talking to the milkman. She put his tie straight (with an eye on another man who was sweeping the odds and ends of the shop across the pavement), heard a voice, took up her jug, and hastened inside to the kitchen. Four rather pinched young women in dowdy black raiment came chattering up the street, passed through the side door, and banged it. Another young woman, Starkey by name, more lissom in figure, better in looks and nattier in dress, hurried up the street from the other end, and likewise disappeared into the Famous Grocery Establish ment. It seemed as if the place and the people had clockwork inside them. With many odd jerks and wrinklings the broad blue blinds of the shop went up. The four young women, all of them greatly smart ened by the addition of white aprons and oversleeves, bustled about between the counters. Miss Starkey took her place in a glass box labelled cash. A hatless child, carrying a pair of bloaters under one arm and a loaf under the other, bought half a pound of castor sugar and a penn'orth of adulterated pepper. The day's business began.
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