vote. I'd of put a motion about these matters at some o' the meetings
long ago except I'm chairman and they worked a rule on me the chairman
can't put motions. But some of us got it fixed up to git it put over at
the meeting to-morrow. That's the _big_ meeting to-morrow--the monthly
one. Don't misunderstand me, Mr. Gibson; I ain't makin' no complaint
about these here details, because everything else is so splendid and
prosperous it seems like this here New Dawn Mr. Mifflin called it in his
article.

GIBSON: Nothing else worries you then, Carter?

CARTER: Nothing else in the world, Mr. Gibson. Except there might be
some of 'em don't take their responsibilities the way I could wish.
Fact is, there's so much talkin' gits to goin' over there sometimes you
can't hear yourself work. Me? I'm an honest worker, if I work for you or
work for myself. But I can't claim they're all that way. Some that used
to loaf, you can't claim they don't loaf more than they did; yes, sir!

GIBSON: They get just the same as you do, though, don't they?

CARTER: Oh, yes! That's the _sinee que none_; it's the brotherhood
between comrades. I don't mean to complain, but they's one thing that
don't look to me just fair. It took me four years to learn my trade and
I'm a skilled workman, and now some Hunnyacks that just sends strips
along through a chute--and it's all they do know how to do--they used to
git two and a half a day to my six, but this way we both git just the
same. I says something about it didn't seem right to me, and one them
Hunnyacks called me a boor-jaw. Well, then I talked to Miss Gorodna
about it.