(Exit The Old Mother into the World Inn. Voices are heard without, coming nearer.)

A WOMAN

The men!

ANOTHER WOMAN

The men!

ANOTHER WOMAN

My husband—there he is!

A CHILD

Here is my daddie! Daddie, gimme a kiss!

(The men enter in groups of twos and threes with dinner pails and tools. They find their families or greet their sweethearts and most of the happy couples go off down the road together at the left. A few enter The World Inn. There is the rattle of dishes, laughter and good cheer. The sun sinks perceptibly and it grows darker. Enter Capital and Labor, quarreling.)