Powell picked up the newspapers one morning and handed them to Mrs. Clydesdale, her employer. "She looked at me as if I were something subhuman," Powell writes. "She said, 'Langley, never, never on any occasion ever hand anything to me in your bare hands, always use a silver salver. Surely you know better than that' ... [T]ears started to trickle down my cheeks; that someone could think that you were so low that you couldn't even hand them anything out of your hands without it being placed on a silver salver."
