Mrs. Quinn—(Quickly, and unconsciously imitating Mrs. Martin's imitation of the walking delegate.) Ye'll do no such thing. The strike's on till it's settled. Yer fightin' fer a principle, and ye'll not give in till ye win. This is not a war for us only, but for our children. They'll be saved a fight fer their rights if we conquer now. We'll go at the company in the way that that walking delegate says. (As she becomes conscious she is quoting the quoted delegate.) The walking delegate? Well, he's alright, we'll do things his way, and we'll win.
Molly—Of course we'll win. Public sympathy is with the men this time.
Quinn—Well, it won't be fer long, if the men see red, and go about bustin' up perfectly good arms of innocent bystanders. Me mind's made up, violence must stop.
Mrs. Quinn—And mine's made up too, the strike must be won.
(Quinn goes to wail rack, and takes down hat and coat.)
What are ye doin' with yer coat?
Quinn—I'll go and have a talk with the boys. I've some power with them. Violence must stop. I'll try to make them listen to reason, and if they won't, I guess I'm good for a job at Newton's.
(As he leaves room he is heard muttering.) Violence must stop!
Molly—I never knew father so set against a fight. What's he want to work in a coal yard for?
Mrs. Quinn—Never fear, he won't work in a coal yard. Ye see Molly he's awful mad at the man who smashed yer arm. It makes him wild to think a fellow is free to go about harmin' innocent people, just because he thinks he sees red.