MRS. SIMPSON:  Wha’d you say, Mr. Gibson?

GIBSON:  I said come in; come in!

SIMPSON [uncertainly]:  Well, I don’t know.

GIBSON:  Come in!  Nobody here but friends of yours.  Sit down.  I’d like to hear what the argument was about.

[MRS. SIMPSON is a large woman, domineering and noisy, dressed somewhat expensively.  She is proud of some new furs and a pair of quite fancy shoes. SIMPSON has a new suit of clothes and a gold-headed cane.

     FRANKEL wears a cheap cutaway suit and is smoking a cigar.]

MRS. SIMPSON:  I don’t care who hears the argument!  Right’s right and wrong’s wrong!

FRANKEL:  You bet right’s right, and so’s my rights right!

MRS. SIMPSON:  You ain’t got any rights.

FRANKEL [hotly to everybody]:  Do you hear she says I ain’t got no rights at all?

MRS. SIMPSON:  You ain’t got the rights you claim you got.

FRANKEL:  She comes down there and tries to run the whole factory.  Ask any of ’em if she don’t.  Ask Carter!

MRS. SIMPSON:  I own that factory just as much as anybody does.

SIMPSON:  Now, Frankel, you be careful what you say to Mamie!

FRANKEL:  I got shares in that factory and by rights ought to have as many votes at the meetin’ as I got shares—­let alone your talking about trying to root me out of my profits!

GIBSON:  What’s this about Frankel having shares?

FRANKEL [violently]:  You bet your life I got shares!  And I’m going to have my shares of the money at that meetin’ to-morrow!

MRS. SIMPSON:  You bet your life you ain’t!

SIMPSON:  You think we’re goin’ to vote all our profits away to you?

CARTER:  Wait a minute!  Ain’t I the chairman of that—­

MRS. SIMPSON:  You may be chairman yet—­but not long!

FRANKEL [sharply to CARTER]:  You just try to rule me out once!

GIBSON:  What’s it all about?

MRS. SIMPSON:  I’ll soon enough tell anybody what it’s about!

FRANKEL:  You couldn’t tell nothing straight!

CARTER [deprecatingly]:  Now, now, this here’s just one of our little side difficulties, you might say.  What’s the use to git huffy over it, we’re gittin’ along so well and all?  The trouble is, some o’ the men and their families ain’t been used to so much prosperity and money in the house that way, all of a sudden.  Of course some of ’em got to living too high and run into some debt and everything.

FRANKEL:  Well, what business is that of yours?  The factory ain’t a Home, is it?  And you ain’t the Matron, are you?

CARTER:  I don’t claim such!

FRANKEL:  It’s my business, ain’t it, if I take and live on the cheaps and put by for a rainy day, and happen to have money when other people need it from me?

SIMPSON:  That much may be your business, but I reckon it was our business when you come blowin’ round the factory, first that you owned seven shares besides your own; then, a week after, you says seventeen; then—­