Vain was Maria's attempt to rescue the garment. Martin guided her tottering footsteps to a chair, from where she watched him with bulging eyes. In a quarter of the time it would have taken her she saw the shirt-waist safely ironed, and ironed as well as she could have done it, as Martin made her grant. To her, the irons he swung were much hotter than she ever dared to use. Here, let me teach you how to sprinkle.
Pressure is what's wanted.
Sprinkle under pressure if you want to iron fast. With fresh-sprinkled garments in the box, covered with the board and pressed by the iron, the device was complete and in operation. He say, 'Maria, you are da greata fool. I showa you how to washa da wools,' an' he shows me, too. Martin had learned the contrivance from Joe at the Shelly Hot Springs.