Why, there's Sam Lang couldn't even get a job at gardenin' 'cause his hair was a bit turned.

It was him as told me what to do.

"Dye your hair, Jack," he says; "it's what I've had to myself," he says.

"They won't have old men nowadays, at no price." Why, there's Jarvey the painter; you know him, Sidney.

His guvnor sent him on a job to Jones's place, an' they sent him back.