…in her 1917 diary:
Our apprentice weighs rather heavily upon us. For one thing her presence is rather in the way of our complete comfort. It may be her youth; something highly polished so as to reflect without depth about her. -On the other hand, she’s nice, considerate; one can be open with her. The real drawback is her work. Today has been spent by L. in the futile misery of trying to print from one of her pages which won’t lock up. As the other page had to be entirely takend down and re-set, her work amounts to nil; less than nil, considering L.’s time wasted. A bitter cold day too.