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threepence three-farthings, less expenses: still better, that, than the
shirts. But the work was hard to get. As the public-spirited
manufacturers complained: people would buy Swedish matches, whereas if
people would Support Home Industries and buy no matches but theirs, they
would be able to order many a twopence-farthingsworth of boxes more.
There might be collateral sources of income, but these were doubtful and
irregular. Probably Dicky would bring in a few coppers now and again.
Then judicious attendance at churches, chapels and prayer-meetings
beyond the Jago borders was rewarded by coal-tickets, boots, and the
like. It was necessary to know just where and when to go and what to
say, else the sole result might be loss of time. There was a church in
Bethnal Green, for instance, which it would be foolish to enter before
the end of the Litany, for then you were in good time to get your
half-quarter hundredweight of coals; but at other places they might
object to so late an appearance. Above all, one must know the ropes.
There were several women in the Jago who made almost a living in this
way alone. They were experts; they knew every fund, every
meeting-house, all the comings and goings of the gullible; insomuch that
they would take black umbrage at any unexpected difficulty in getting
what they demanded. 'Wy,' one would say, 'I 'ad to pitch sich a bleed'n'
'oly tale I earned it twice over.' But these were the proficient, and
proficiency in the trade was an outcome of long experience working on a
foundation of natural gifts; and Hannah Perrott could never hope to be
among them.
Turning these things in her mind, she addressed herself to her struggle.
She managed to get some sacks, but for a week or two she could make
nothing like twenty-five a day, though Dicky helped. Her fingers got
raw; but she managed to complete a hundred within the first week. They
might have been better done, as the employer said when he saw them. But
she got her full one and sevenpence. She pawned her boots for fourpence,
and wore two old odd ones of Josh's; and she got twopence on a
petticoat. Dicky also helped a little; and at the end of a fortnight
there came a godsend in the shape of material for match-boxes. Mrs
Perrott was slow with them at first; but Dicky was quick, and even
little Em began to learn to spread paste.
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