At last it came.
"Say, you don't care for the girls--much ?" he queried.
"No," was the answer.

"I used to chase a lot before I tackled the books.
But since then there's no time." "And there won't be any time here.

All you can do is work an' sleep." Martin thought of his five hours' sleep a night, and smiled.

The room was situated over the laundry and was in the same building with the engine that pumped water, made electricity, and ran the laundry machinery.

The engineer, who occupied the adjoining room, dropped in to meet the new hand and helped Martin rig up an electric bulb, on an extension wire, so that it travelled along a stretched cord from over the table to the bed.
The next morning, at quarter-past six, Martin was routed out for a quarter-to-seven breakfast.