"But they'd be ashamed to blackleg if once they were got into the union," persisted Nellie. "It's worth trying, to get a rise in wages and to stop fining and have shorter hours and seats while you're waiting." "Yes, it's worth trying if there was any chance. But there are so many girls. You're lucky if you get work at all now and just have to put up with anything. If we all struck they could get others to-morrow." "But not waitresses. How'd they look here, trying to serve dinner with a lot of green hands?" argued Nellie. "Besides, if you had a union, you could get a lot without striking at all. They know now you can't strike, so they do just exactly as they like." "They'd do what they----" began the waitress. Then she broke off with another "s-s-s" as the manager crossed the room again. "They'd do what they like, anyway," she began once more. "One of our girls was in the union the Melbourne waitresses started. They had a strike at one of the big restaurants over the manager insulting one of the girls. They complained to the boss and wanted the manager to apologise, but the boss wouldn't listen and said they were getting very nice. So at dinner time, when the bell rang, they all marched off and put on their hats. The customers were all waiting for dinner and the girls were all on strike and the boss nearly went mad. He was going to have them all arrested, but when the gentlemen heard what it was about they said the girls were right and if the manager didn't apologise they'd go to some other restaurant always. So the manager went to the girl and apologised." "By gum!" interjected Ned. "Those girls were hummers." "I suppose the boss victimised afterwards?" asked Nellie, wiser in such matters. "That's just it," said the girl, in a disheartened tone. "In two or three weeks every girl who'd had anything to do with stirring the others up was bounced for something or other. The manager did what he liked afterwards." "Just talk to the other girls about a union, will you?" asked Nellie. "It's no use giving right in, you know." "I'll see what some of them say, but there's a lot I wouldn't open my mouth to," answered the waitress. "What time do you get away on Thursdays?" "Next Thursday I'm on till half-past ten." "Well, I'll meet you then, outside, to see what they say," said Nellie. "My name's Nellie Lawton and some of us are trying to start a women's union. You'll be sure to be there?" "All right," answered the waitress, a little dubiously. Then she added more cordially, as she wrote out the pay ticket: "My name's Susan Finch. I'll see what I can do."