Sowerbutt grunted as Polly jabbed him in the ribs, then put her arms
round him. “I don’t know a thing about hats, Jimmy, apart from what I
like and don’t like. You drag me up here,
you bad man, and now I’m running a hat
factory. Have you seen the warehouse, it looks so much better. We’ve turned a male pigsty into a pleasant workplace. My ladies are
brilliant. Great ideas for design and they work hard on making the best hats.
It is going to be a good business with openings for some of our girls from
home.”
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