Have I five hundred dollars a week to lose ?" "But I tell you it won't last!" she cried, and again the baffled, driven expression swept over her expressive face.

"Can't you see this is only a panic--and keep going somehow?
Can't you see what it means to the tenements?
Hundreds of thousands are out of work! They're being turned off every day, every hour--employers all over are losing their heads! And City Hall is as mad as the rest! They've decided already down there to retrench!" He turned with a quick jerk of his head: "Are they cutting you down ?" She set her teeth: "Yes, they are.

But the work in my schools is going on--every bit of it is--for every child! I'm going to find a way," she said.

And he felt a thrill of compassion.
"I'm sorry to hear it," he muttered.
"You needn't be." She paused a moment, smiled and went on in a quieter voice: "Don't think I'm blind--I'm sensible--I see you can't lose five hundred a week.

But why not try what other employers, quite a few, have decided to do?
Call your people together, explain how it is, and ask them to choose a committee to help you find which ones need jobs the most.