Jessie Payne then told of her terrible life as a sweated worker; a cigarette packer in a factory where she had earned less than a shilling a day. Men had been allowed time for lunch but women were not, and had nowhere to eat so had to to consume their food in the lavatory. She emphasised trade unions would not tolerate such conditions. She went on to tell of her life with her mentally retarded daughter. Having a conscientious objection to her little girl being vaccinated she had gone to the local magistrate for an exemption order. He had laughed and informed her that in the eyes of the law she was not the parent. Only a father could apply. On another occasion her daughter, now an adult, became unmanageable to the point where Mr Payne had felt compelled to take her to the workhouse. When Jessie arrived there she found her daughter had been placed in a padded room. She had asked the doctor why and was informed that a mother had no voice in the matter. Only the father.