"I don't envy them the explanation," she half smiled to herself.
But her smile was short-lived. In the hallway she heard a step and, turning, she saw Uncle Stanley looking at her.
"What's the matter with those men who are going out?" he asked.
"As if he didn't know!" she thought, but aloud she answered, "They're going on strike."
"What are they striking for?"
"Because I wouldn't discharge those four women."
He gave her a look that seemed to say, "You see what you've done—think you could run things. A nice hornet's nest you've stirred up!" At first he turned away as though to go back to his office, but he seemed to think better of it.
"You might as well shut down the whole plant," he said. "We can't do anything without the automatics. You know that as well as I do."
He waited for a time, but she made no answer.
"Shall I tell the rest of the men?" he asked.