Simpson.
GIBSON: What bothers you about Simpson's wife?
CARTER: Well, what I says, woman's place is the home, and this here Mrs.
Simpson--I--I never could stand no loud, gabby woman!
GIBSON: You're not neighbours, are you?
CARTER: No! She spends all her days at the factory; you might think she
was running the whole place! What's worse'n that, you know they elected
me chairman o' the governing committee, and she's all the time trying to
'lectioneer me out. What she wants is to git Simpson in for chairman;
that'd be jest same's her bein' chairman herself, the way she runs
Simpson! That's the only thing that worries me. Everything else is just
splendid, splendid!
GIBSON: I understand you don't blow the whistle any more. What hours are
you working now?
CARTER: Well, first we thought we ought to work about six; but we got on
such a good basis a good many of them are talkin' how they think that's
too much. It'd suit me either way. _That_ ain't the trouble over at that
factory, Mr. Gibson.
GIBSON: What is the trouble over at that factory?
CARTER [_with feeling_]: Mr. Gibson, it's the inequality. Look at me
now, and look at Simpson. Simpson and his wife haven't got a child, and
I got seven, every one of 'em to support, and my married daughter lost
her husband and got a shock, and I got her and her three little ones
pretty much on my hands. And Simpson draws down every cent as much as
what I do; just exactly the same. And if the truth was told he don't
work as much as what I do.
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