DR. JONATHAN. It seems to me you've come a little late, Rench,—after the event.
HILLMAN. Maybe if you'd said a word, they'd never have voted to strike.
FERSEN. But you never said nothing, Doctor.
DR. JONATHAN. Well, when you get around to admitting doctors to your labour unions, perhaps they'll talk.
HILLMAN. If all the doctors was like you!
DR. JONATHAN. Give 'em a chance, Hillman.
HILLMAN. We don't have to explain to you why we want the union,—it's the only way we'll ever get a say about the conditions in which we work and live, now that the day of individual bargaining is gone by. You understand. Mr. Pindar raised our wages when we threatened to strike last fall, but he calculates to drop 'em again when the soldiers come home.
FERSEN (nodding). Sure thing!
HILLMAN. It's this way, doctor. We notice Mr. Pindar comin' in here to see you every day or so,—like the rest of Foxon Falls. And we thought you could make him see this thing straight, if any man could.
DR. JONATHAN. So the shops will be idle.