GIBSON: I have worked twenty-four; sometimes fourteen, sometimes two; usually six.
NORA: In other words, when you want to work.
GIBSON: I've learned to do things my father never learned to do, and it commands a higher return.
NORA: You take a higher return!
GIBSON: You mean I don't deserve it?
NORA: Can it be possible that you think you deserve as much as any of these workers? You don't so much as touch one of these pianos that bring you your return. I do! I work on them with my hands. Do you think you deserve as much as I?
GIBSON: No; I don't go so far as that.
NORA: Don't talk to me as a woman! My work is pleasant enough now; but what work did I have to do before I got this far? I worked sixteen hours a day, and when I was only a child at that! Twelve hours I was sewing, and four I studied. If my father hadn't known music and taught me a little your capitalistic system would have me sewing twelve hours a day still!
GIBSON: Yes, Nora; when we learn how to do something we get better pay for it.
NORA: We do? Do you really think that? That we get paid for what we do?