|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
nearly all the outside was finished, and what remained to be done was ready for the final coat. Inside all there was to do was to colour wash the walls and to give the woodwork of the kitchen and scullery the last coat of paint.
It was inevitable - unless the firm had some other work for them to do somewhere else - that there would be a great slaughter on Saturday.
`Now,' said Philpot, assuming what he meant to be the manner of a school teacher addressing children, `I wants you hall to make a speshall heffort and get 'ere very early in the mornin' - say about four o'clock - and them wot doos the most work tomorrer, will get a prize on Saturday.'
`What'll it be, the sack?' inquired Harlow.