They're working short-handed as it is.

I couldn't just--" "You're laying down on me; that's what you're doing.

Look how I've sweat all forenoon on that darned wing! Got the frame fixed, all ready for the linen to go back on; I've _worked_ to-day, if anybody should ask you! Oughta have that glue, but I'm making out with what little old Abe sent.
And you ain't lifted a hand.

It ain't right.

I can't do it _all_, and you ride around once in awhile to stall me off with how busy you are.