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In the evening Mrs. Rodjezke usually rode home in the street car. There
were several odd items about Mrs. Rodjezke that one could observe as she
sat motionless and staring in her seat waiting for the 2900 block to
appear. First, there were her clothes. Mrs. Rodjezke was not of the
light-minded type of woman that changes styles with the season. Winter and
summer she wore the same.
Then there were her hands. Mrs. Rodjezke's fingernails were a contrast to
the rest of her. The rest of her was somewhat vigorous and buxom looking.
The fingernails, however, were pale--a colorless light blue. And the tips
of her fingers looked a trifle swollen. Also the tips of her fingers were
different in shade from the rest of her hands.
Another item of note was her coiffure. Mrs. Rodjezke was always
indifferently dressed, her clothes looking as if they had been thrown on
and pinned together. Yet her coiffure was almost a proud and
careful-looking thing. It proclaimed, alas, that the scrubwoman, despite
the sensible employment of her time, was not entirely free from the
vanities of her sex. The deliberate coiling and arranging of her stringy
black hair must have taken a good fifteen minutes regularly out of Mrs.
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