Mrs. Martin—(Unconsciously imitating the delegate.) It's not only for ourselves, but for our children that the war must be waged.
Mrs. Quinn—Our children! Sure, it shouldn't be a bequeathment job, this trolley business.
Mrs. Martin—He says our children will be saved a fight for their rights, if we conquer now.
Mrs. Quinn—Whist darlin', our children will have their own notion of rights and fights by the time they grow up. They can blow on their own broth when it bubbles over.
Mrs. Martin—But the noble way is to consider the ones who come after us.
Mrs. Quinn—Maybe that's so, me dear Mrs. Martin, but I'm after lookin' out for the man of to-day. The better off we are, the better off our kids'll be.
Mrs. Martin—The walking delegate says that's a very selfish way of looking at it.
Mrs. Quinn—The walkin' delegate's got the fine words in his mouth.
(Silence.)
Mrs. Martin—Have you heard from Molly lately?