[He gets his hat and coat, then thinks of something he wants from his desk and goes over to get it.  Meantime NORA, not moving so rapidly as GIBSON, but more thoughtfully, goes up to the wall where hang her jacket and hat, takes off her apron, puts on the jacket and hat and goes to the door that leads to the street, where she stands waiting.  There is a knock on the factory door, which opens without waiting, and SIMPSON comes in.]

SIMPSON:  I don’t want to detain you if you’re goin’ out, Mr. Gibson, but there’s something’s got to be settled.  And the men in my department say it’s got to be settled right now.  That wage scale says we get time and a half for overtime, and the men in the finishing department, they ain’t gettin’ no time and a half on piecework and we never understood that agreement you claim we signed with you anyhow.  So what we says, if we don’t get double time instead of time and a half for overtime—­why, Mr. Gibson, it looks like them men couldn’t hardly be held back.  Now what we demand is—­

[He is still talking as the final curtain descends upon these three:  GIBSON seated at his desk, looking fixedly at SIMPSON, NORA waiting thoughtfully by the door that leads to the street.]

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