|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
the rooms in question were supposed to have four coats.
Crass now turned to Owen.
`There's that drorin'-room,' he said. `I don't know what's goin' to be done with that yet. I don't think they've decided about it. Whatever's to be done to it will be an extra, because all that's said about it in the contract is to face it up with putty and give it one coat of white. So you and Easton 'ad better get on with it.'
Slyme was busy softening some putty by rubbing and squeezing it between his hands.
`I suppose I'd better finish the room I started on on Saturday?' he asked.
`All right,' replied Crass. `Have you got enough colour?'
`Yes,' said Slyme.