"Oh, so you don't like it? Well, you know what you can do...."
"Yes," said Jill, "we do. We are going to strike."
"What?"
"If you don't let Mae go on, we shan't go on. There won't be a performance to-night, unless you like to give one without a chorus."
"Are you crazy?"
"Perhaps. But we're quite unanimous."
Mr. Goble, like most theatrical managers, was not good at words over two syllables.
"You're what?"
"We've talked it over, and we've all decided to do what I said."
Mr. Goble's hat shot off again, and gambolled away into the wings, with the stage-director bounding after it like a retriever.