oin the labor movement, linking herself with the
despised foreigner, made a dozen of the doubtful follow in her lead.

"You come, too?" called Sophie to the few remaining Jews and the group
of Americans.

"No!" cried Annie, "we ain't no dirty sheenies. We stand by the boss!"

"Scabs! Scabs!" Sophie hissed the word between her teeth. "Dirty scabs!"
and with a swift movement she flung the power on again. "Keep on, you
dirty scabs," she yelled, and, gathering her followers about her, rushed
from the room.

Below stood the "Parisian" girls, and as the strikers appeared, hastily
wrapped in their outer clothing, some with hats awry, others with coats
flung over their arms, they gave cheer after cheer.

"We knew you'd pull down the shop, Sophie," a big, handsome Jewess
cried, grasping the fragile strike-breaker by the arm. "We knew you'd
never let the boss keep you working at our leavings."

"Girls," called out another of the leaders, "this is the fourth shop to
go out this week. We'll win. Hurrah for the 'Imperial!' We'll win."

"Move on!" a policeman said sharply, pushing his way into the crowd.
"What are you doing blocking the street this way? You girls should be at
work!"

"We're on a strike," Sophie replied, "we go to Union Hall."

The officer watched them as they moved from the factory building,
muttering to himself that they were sure to make trouble striking at the
height of the season.

Hertha, though she tried to slip away, found herself caught up by the
crowd. She was embarrassed and conscious that they were all the source
of amused comment on the part of the spectators. Talking excitedly in
Yiddish, the "Imperials" swung into line with their "Parisian" sisters
and all started a triumphant progress down the avenue.

"Sure, you was fine," Sophie said to Hertha.

The little Jewish girl had grabbed her new recruit by the arm and with
glowing face was leading her along the road to organization and
industrial battle. There would be days and months ahead dedicated to the
struggle to secure a better wage. The time was momentous, the opening of
a great conflict. But to Hertha the time was auspicious for slipping
away from these noisy working girls. She had given up her job at their
call but she had no thought of following them in their struggle to get
their jobs back again. Yet here she was on the avenue in a crowd that
was attracting attention from the many passers-by. Supposing Richard
Brown should see her o