Slotkin shook his head.
"As varking delegate I seen it already. I seen it your shop where your operators work," he commenced, "and——"
"Why, you ain't never been inside our shop," Goldman cried.
"I seen it from the outside—from the street
already—and as varking delegate it is my duty to call on you a strike," Slotkin concluded.
"What's the matter with the workroom?" Abe asked.
"Well, the neighborhood ain't right," Slotkin explained. "It's a narrow street already. It should be on a wider street like Nineteenth Street."
He paused to note the effect and Morris grunted involuntarily.
"Also," Slotkin continued, "it needs it light on four sides, and two elevators."
"And I suppose if we hire it such a loft, Slotkin," Abe broke in, "you will call off the strike."