Tears sprang to Izon's eyes.
"You know the cloak-makers' strike—well! Some manufacturer has asked
Marrin to help him out—to fill an order of cloaks for him."
"And Marrin—" Joe felt himself getting hot.
"Has given the job to us men."
"How many are there?"
"Forty-five."
"And the women?"
"They're busy on shirtwaists."
"And what did the men do?"
"As they were told."