A bundle of extra "fancy starch" had come in.
"I'm goin' to quit," he announced.

"I won't stand for it.

I'm goin' to quit it cold.

What's the good of me workin' like a slave all week, a- savin' minutes, an' them a-comin' an' ringin' in fancy-starch extras on me?
This is a free country, an' I'm to tell that fat Dutchman what I think of him.

An' I won't tell 'm in French.