Mrs. Quinn—What happened to it? How did ye hurt it?
Molly—I did the wrong thing, and I guess I deserve what I got, but I was dog tired and the walk here is endless. I took a car at the ferry, everything went all right till we got to Fourth and Marion Streets—
Quinn—(Startled.) Fourth and Marion!
Molly—There was a crowd of strikers there, and one of them threw a brick into the car, and it struck my arm at the elbow. Crushed it pretty badly, I guess.
Quinn—My Gawd!
Molly—(Misunderstanding his emotion.) I'm not going to live on you, father. I know you and mother are hard enough pushed as it is.
Mrs. Quinn—What's ours is yours now. Ye'll stay here with us.
Quinn—(Dazed.) I wonder can I get a job at Newton's? They needed men last week.
Molly—Father, he ... left insurance, and we can use that until you start again, or until I'm able to go back to the office.
Quinn—The strike's a mistake, I'm thinkin'. I'll go to the barn to-morrow and take me car out, if the boys kill me for it.