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?

Fersen.  Oh, she is fine, now, since we keep her outside in the baby carriage, like you tell us.

   (Fersen grins, and immediately becomes serious again.  A brief
   silence.)

Hillman (clearing his throat).  The fact is, Dr. Jonathan, the boys have struck,—­voted last night to walk out at noon today.

Fersen.  We thought we tell you now.  You been such a good friend to us and our families.

Dr. Jonathan.  But isn’t this rather sudden, with Mr. Pindar in Washington?

Rench.  We couldn’t wait no longer,—­he’s been standing us off for more than a year.  When he comes back from Washington there’ll be nothing doing.  He’s got to recognize the union or lose his contract.

Dr. Jonathan.  He may prefer to lose his contract.

Rench.  Well, he can afford to.  Then he can go to hell.

Hillman.  Hold on, Sam, that ain’t no way to talk to the doctor!

Rench.  I didn’t mean no disrespect to him.  He don’t go ’round preachin’, like some fellers I could mention, but actions is louder than words.  Ain’t that the reason we’re here, because he sympathizes with us and thinks we’re entitled to a little more of this freedom that’s bein’ handed ’round?  We want you to help us, doctor.

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.

Rench.  Not a shaft’ll turn over till he recognizes the union.