Molly—(Pleading.) Mother, father!
Quinn—(With poor grace.) Aw, well, let it go.
Molly—(Sitting at back of table, Quinn and Mrs. Quinn at either side.) When I settled up everything, after—after his death, I planned to go back to my old job. I went to the office and saw Mr. Bowen, and he said the place was still open for me.
Mrs. Quinn—(Admiringly.) I don't wonder he's glad to get ye back. There ain't many stenographers clever as you are Molly.
Quinn—Be quiet mother, and let the girl talk.
Molly—I knew if I could work, and bring good wages into the house, father could afford to stay out on strike until the men had won.
Quinn—Molly!
Molly—I did plan for that father, I did plan for that, and now—
Mrs. Quinn—Well, go on, go on.
Molly—To-night at the Lester Hospital when they fixed my arm, the doctor said I couldn't use it before a month.