"I am," shrieked Sally. "I'm telling you I want the girls to strike!"
He turned.
"Come in my private office, quick! I'll talk with you!"
Sally followed his hurried steps.
"Yes, I'll tell you there," she fairly shrieked, "that I want the girls to strike!"
Marrin turned.
"Can't you shut up?"
And then Sally wheeled about and spoke to the two hundred.
"Girls! come on out! We'll tie him up! We're not like the men! We won't stand for such things, will we?"
Then, in the stillness, Jewish girls here and there rose from their machines. It was like the appearance of apparitions. How did it come that these girls were more ready than any one could have guessed, and were but waiting the call? More and more arose, and low murmurs spread, words, "It's about time! I won't slave any more! He had no right to put out Izon! The men are afraid! Mr. Blaine is right!"