Quinn—Now see here, I didn't walk out on strike, and ye know it. I'd be workin' yet if the Union hadn't told us to lay off until we got our rights.
Mrs. Quinn—Ye'll rot before ye get yer rights, I'm thinkin'.
Quinn—Maybe, maybe so.
(Silence again.)
Mrs. Quinn—(Putting down paper.) I see the walking delegate discussed the strike at an elegant banquet at the Hotel Hoffman last night. Ye know, he don't seem to suffer no privation. Mrs. Martin says he gets a princely wage for orderin' strikes all over the country. No wonder he's in earnest about his job.
Quinn—Some one has to lead the men.
Mrs. Quinn—I fancy he wouldn't lead far, if his wage stopped.
Quinn—(Shortly.) Aw, don't be a fool.
(Silence again. Quinn moves uneasily in his chair.)
Mrs. Quinn—What's on yer mind? Can't ye sit still?