But I can't do a full day's work, sir; no, nor hardly half of a one, and by evening I be so done over I can scarce crawl to my place here.

It ain't much, sir, part of a day's work in three; but I be thankful for that improvement.

A week ago, I couldn't do as much as that." More suggestive thoughts for Lionel.
"He'd a got better quicker, sir, if he could do his work regular," put in the woman.

"What's one day's work out o' three--even if 'twas a full day's--to find us all victuals?
In course he can't fare better nor we; and Peckaby's, they don't give much trust to us.

He gets a pot o' gruel, or a saucer o' porridge, or a hunch o' bread with a mite o' cheese." Lionel looked at the man.