I can't give you work, if you are not, more punctual.

You needn't think to get along at our tack, unless you plug it in a little faster than all this comes to." "I'll try and do better after this," said Mrs.Gaston, faintly.
"You'll have to, let me tell you, or we'll cry 'quits.' All my women must have nimble fingers." "These jackets are not much to brag of," broke in Michael, as he tossed them aside.

"I think we had better not trust her with any more cloth roundabouts.

She has botched the button-holes awfully; and the jackets are not more than half pressed.

Just look how she has held on the back seam of this one, and drawn the edges of the lappels until they set seven ways for Sunday! They're murdered outright, and ought to be hung, with a basin under them to catch the blood." "What was she to have for them ?" asked Berlaps.
"Thirty cents a-piece, I believe," replied the salesman.
"Don't give her but a quarter, then.