“Well, what about it?”
“We want you to withdraw it.”
“Who’s ‘we’?”
“The other girls and myself.”
Mr Goble jerked his head so violently that the Derby hat flew off, to be picked up, dusted, and restored by the stage-director.
“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 tonight, unless you like to give one without a chorus.”
“Are you crazy!”