"THE WORLD IS RIGHT ENOUGH AFTER ALL" Down in Haegberg's smithy it looked as if it were going to be not only blue Monday,[2] but blank Tuesday too.

With the exception of one solitary figure, it was black and empty.

Outside the door a row of iron picks, spades and crowbars, were waiting to be sharpened for the navvies on the new harbour works.
[Footnote 2: An extra day's holiday taken by workmen after the lawful bank holiday is called "blue Monday"; if still another follows, it is called "blank Tuesday."] Haegberg was going about with his leather apron hanging down over one shoulder, as furious as a Berserk.

There were no respectable men and apprentices to be had nowadays; but he would give them notice man by man, as sure as his name was Haegberg! One was standing there grinding.

And he had stood there quite alone, filing with all his might at his journeyman's probation work, the whole of St.John's day yesterday.