JAWBONES. Yus. There’s always a class as laughs when you mention the
word “work.” Them as knows wot it is, don’t. I’ve been at it since six
o’clock this morning, carrying a ladder, a can of paste weighing twenty
pounds, and two ’undred double royal posters. You try it! When ’e comes
’ome, ’e’ll want ’is victuals. If you’ve got ’em ready for ’im and are
looking nice—no reason why you shouldn’t—and feeling amiable, you’ll get
on very well together. If you are going to argue with ’im about woman’s
sphere, you’ll get the worst of it.
GINGER. You always was a bully.