At half-past two they knocked off.
Saturday morning it was "fancy starch," and odds and ends, and at three in the afternoon the week's work was done.
"You ain't a-goin' to ride them seventy miles into Oakland on top of this ?" Joe demanded, as they sat on the stairs and took a triumphant smoke.
"Got to," was the answer.
"What are you goin' for ?--a girl ?" "No; to save two and a half on the railroad ticket.

I want to renew some books at the library." "Why don't you send 'em down an' up by express?
That'll cost only a quarter each way." Martin considered it.
"An' take a rest to-morrow," the other urged.

"You need it.

I know I do.

I'm plumb tuckered out." He looked it.