(She goes to the door and jerks it open.)
(A man's voice, without.) Good morning, Miss Farrell. Is the doctor
in?
MINNIE. This is his busy day.
DR. JONATHAN (going toward the door). Oh, it's you, Hillman. Come in.
MINNIE. I guess I'll go for the mail.
(With a resigned expression she goes oust right as HILLMAN comes in,
followed by RENCH and FERSEN. They are the strike committee.
HILLMAN is a little man, with red hair and a stiff, bristling red
moustache. He holds himself erect, and walks on the balls of his
feet, quietly. RENCH is tall and thin, with a black moustache,
like a seal's. He has a loud, nasal voice, and an assertive manner.
FERSEN is a blond Swede.)
(DR. JONATHAN puts one or two objects in place on the bench. His
manner is casual but cordial, despite the portentous air of the
Committee.)
(The men, their hats in their hands, go toward the bench and inspect
the test tubes and apparatus.)
RENCH (New England twang). Always manage to have something on hand when you ain't busy with the folks, doctor. It must be interestin' to fool with these here chemicals.
DR. JONATHAN. It keeps me out of mischief.
HILLMAN. I guess you haven't much time to get into mischief.
FERSEN. We don't like to bother you.
DR. JONATHAN. No bother, Fersen,—sit down. (He draws forward some chairs, and they sit down.) How is the baby?