The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists Part 29
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'It's only just round in Duke Street; you know, the "s.h.i.+ning Light Chapel",' said Elsie. 'It commences at three o'clock.'
'All right,' said Nora. 'I'll have Frankie ready at a quarter to three. But now you must run home as fast as you can. Did you like those cakes?'
'Yes, thank you very much,' answered Elsie.
'Not 'arf!' said Charley.
'Does your mother make cakes for you sometimes?'
'She used to, but she's too busy now, making blouses and one thing and another,' Elsie answered.
'I suppose she hasn't much time for cooking,' said Nora, 'so I've wrapped up some more of those cakes in this parcel for you to take home for tomorrow. I think you can manage to carry it all right, can't you, Charley?'
'I think I'd better carry it myself,' said Elsie. 'Charley's SO careless, he's sure to lose some of them.'
'I ain't no more careless than you are,' cried Charley, indignantly.
'What about the time you dropped the quarter of b.u.t.ter you was sent for in the mud?'
'That wasn't carelessness: that was an accident, and it wasn't b.u.t.ter at all: it was margarine, so there!'
Eventually it was arranged that they were to carry the parcel in turns, Elsie to have first innings. Frankie went downstairs to the front door with them to see them off, and as they went down the street he shouted after them:
'Mind you remember, next Sunday!'
'All right,' Charley shouted back. 'We shan't forget.'
On Thursday Owen stayed at home until after breakfast to finish the designs which he had promised to have ready that morning.
When he took them to the office at nine o'clock, the hour at which he had arranged to meet Rushton, the latter had not yet arrived, and he did not put in an appearance until half an hour later. Like the majority of people who do brain work, he needed a great deal more rest than those who do only mere physical labour.
'Oh, you've brought them sketches, I suppose,' he remarked in a surly tone as he came in. 'You know, there was no need for you to wait: you could 'ave left 'em 'ere and gone on to your job.'
He sat down at his desk and looked carelessly at the drawing that Owen handed to him. It was on a sheet of paper about twenty-four by eighteen inches. The design was drawn with pencil and one half of it was coloured.
'That's for the ceiling,' said Owen. 'I hadn't time to colour all of it.'
With an affectation of indifference, Rushton laid the drawing down and took the other which Owen handed to him.
'This is for the large wall. The same design would be adapted for the other walls; and this one shows the door and the panels under the window.'
Rushton expressed no opinion about the merits of the drawings. He examined them carelessly one after the other, and then, laying them down, he inquired:
'How long would it take you to do this work--if we get the job?'
'About three weeks: say 150 hours. That is--the decorative work only.
Of course, the walls and ceiling would have to be painted first: they will need three coats of white.'
Rushton scribbled a note on a piece of paper.
'Well,' he said, after a pause, 'you can leave these 'ere and I'll see Mr Sweater about it and tell 'im what it will cost, and if he decides to have it done I'll let you know.'
He put the drawings aside with the air of a man who has other matters to attend to, and began to open one of the several letters that were on his desk. He meant this as an intimation that the audience was at an end and that he desired the 'hand' to retire from the presence. Owen understood this, but he did not retire, because it was necessary to mention one or two things which Rushton would have to allow for when preparing the estimate.
'Of course I should want some help,' he said. 'I should need a man occasionally, and the boy most of the time. Then there's the gold leaf--say, fifteen books.'
'Don't you think it would be possible to use gold paint?'
'I'm afraid not.'
'Is there anything else?' inquired Rushton as he finished writing down these items.
'I think that's all, except a few sheets of cartridge paper for stencils and working drawings. The quant.i.ty of paint necessary for the decorative work will be very small.'
As soon as Owen was gone, Rushton took up the designs and examined them attentively.
'These are all right,' he muttered. 'Good enough for anywhere. If he can paint anything like as well as this on the walls and ceiling of the room, it will stand all the looking at that anyone in this town is likely to give it.'
'Let's see,' he continued. 'He said three weeks, but he's so anxious to do the job that he's most likely under-estimated the time; I'd better allow four weeks: that means about 200 hours: 200 hours at eight-pence: how much is that? And say he has a painter to help him half the time. 100 hours at sixpence-ha'penny.'
He consulted a ready reckoner that was on the desk.
'Time, 9.7.6. Materials: fifteen books of gold, say a pound. Then there's the cartridge paper and the colours--say another pound, at the outside. Boy's time? Well, he gets no wages as yet, so we needn't mention that at all. Then there's the preparing of the room. Three coats of white paint. I wish Hunter was here to give me an idea what it will cost.'
As if in answer to his wish, Nimrod entered the office at that moment, and in reply to Rushton's query said that to give the walls and ceiling three coats of paint would cost about three pounds five for time and material. Between them the two brain workers figured that fifteen pounds would cover the entire cost of the work--painting and decorating.
'Well, I reckon we can charge Sweater forty-five pounds for it,' said Rushton. 'It isn't like an ordinary job, you know. If he gets a London firm to do it, it'll cost him double that, if not more.'
Having arrived at this decision, Rushton rung up Sweater's Emporium on the telephone, and, finding that Mr Sweater was there, he rolled up the designs and set out for that gentleman's office.
The men work with their hands, and the masters work with their brains.
What a dreadful calamity it would be for the world and for mankind if all these brain workers were to go on strike.
Chapter 15
The Undeserving Persons and the Upper and Nether Millstones
Hunter had taken on three more painters that morning. Bundy and two labourers had commenced the work of putting in the new drains; the carpenters were back again doing some extra work, and there was also a plumber working on the house; so there was quite a little crowd in the kitchen at dinner-time. Cra.s.s had been waiting for a suitable opportunity to produce the newspaper cutting which it will be remembered he showed to Easton on Monday morning, but he had waited in vain, for there had been scarcely any 'political' talk at meal-times all the week, and it was now Thursday. As far as Owen was concerned, his thoughts were so occupied with the designs for the drawing-room that he had no time for anything else, and most of the others were only too willing to avoid a subject which frequently led to unpleasantness.
As a rule Cra.s.s himself had no liking for such discussion, but he was so confident of being able to 'flatten out' Owen with the cutting from the Obscurer that he had several times tried to lead the conversation into the desired channel, but so far without success.
During dinner--as they called it--various subjects were discussed.
Harlow mentioned that he had found traces of bugs in one of the bedrooms upstairs and this called forth a number of anecdotes of those vermin and of houses infested by them. Philpot remembered working in a house over at Windley; the people who lived in it were very dirty and had very little furniture; no bedsteads, the beds consisting of dilapidated mattresses and rags on the floor. He declared that these ragged mattresses used to wander about the rooms by themselves. The house was so full of fleas that if one placed a sheet of newspaper on the floor one could hear and see them jumping on it. In fact, directly one went into that house one was covered from head to foot with fleas!
During the few days he worked at that place, he lost several pounds in weight, and of evenings as he walked homewards the children and people in the streets, observing his ravaged countenance, thought he was suffering from some disease and used to get out of his way when they saw him coming.
There were several other of these narratives, four or five men talking at the top of their voices at the same time, each one telling a different story. At first each story-teller addressed himself to the company generally, but after a while, finding it impossible to make himself heard, he would select some particular individual who seemed disposed to listen and tell him the story. It sometimes happened that in the middle of the tale the man to whom it was being told would remember a somewhat similar adventure of his own, which he would immediately proceed to relate without waiting for the other to finish, and each of them was generally so interested in the gruesome details of his own story that he was unconscious of the fact that the other was telling one at all. In a contest of this kind the victory usually went to the man with the loudest voice, but sometimes a man who had a weak voice, scored by repeating the same tale several times until someone heard it.
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