now the painful necessity of only the humblest.
A smoking-cap is now the only garment that Nausikaa can prepare for her bachelor brothers, or at the most she can crochet for them an afghan-or, as Irish house-maids with geographical boldness term it, “an African” --to put over them during an afternoon nap. Even the home-made shirts, which lasted till within the memory of this generation, have now come within the domain of the shopkeeper.
The sister would not weave or spin for her brother if he wished it; and he, in turn, would rather gratify her in any other way than by wearing garments of her spinning or weaving.
The reign of Alcinous
and his white-armed daughter has passed; the reign of “store clothes” has begun.
The change seems inevitable, but it has driven women out of shelter.
The linen and the woollen must still be woven and made into garments, but it must be done away from home.
Even the few arts of this kind that lingered longest beneath the cottage roof have almost or quite vanished.
is no longer “at the window binding shoes,” or Delia
braiding straw hats.
Industry is systematized: Hannah
go to labor at the “shop,” or at the “works,” or the “factory.”
They still do in substance what the women did beneath the roof of King Alcinous; but instead of doing it as in those days, in return for home and protection and