"They're always getting sick, or something else." After carefully examining three or four pairs of the coarse trowsers which had been brought in, he pushed the whole from him with a quick impatient gesture and an angry scowl, saying, as he did so-- "Botched to death! I can't give you work unless it's done better, Mrs.Gaston.You grow worse and worse!" "I know, sir," replied the woman, in a troubled voice, "that they are not made quite so well as they might be.

But consider how much I have had against me.

A sick child--and worn out by attendance on her night and day." "It's always a sick child, or some other excuse, with the whole of you.

But that don't answer me.

I want my work done well, and mean to have it so.