flatting with one touch of the brush; and so he acted accordingly, tapping gently at first till he'd got his nail a little way in, and then letting go at it till it was chock up to the head, reg'lar fixture; and so on, nail after nail, till he got his house up firm and strong. He didn't turn master for the sake of walking about with his hands in his pockets; for, as he said to me often, "In my small way, Sam," he says, "master's a harder job than journeyman's." And so it was; for, come tea-time and the men knocked off, I've seen him keep on hard at it, hour after hour, right up to twelve o'clock; while the chaps as left the shop would wink at one another, for some men ain't got any respect for a hard-toiling master: they'll a deal sooner slave for some foul-mouthed bully who gives them no peace of their lives. Sometimes, when he's been hard pushed with a job, I've known him ask 'em to stay and work a bit of overtime, same as he did my gentleman as had been at such fine shops; but "Oh, no," he says, "couldn't do it, thanky," and away he goes. Well, now, that ain't the sort of thing, you know; for one good turn deserves another; and my gentleman wouldn't have much liked it if he'd been refused a day when he wanted it. But, there, he was a poor sort; and one of those fellows as must have everything exact to pattern, and can't be put out in the least--chaps what runs in one groove all their lifetime and can't do anything out of it; and then, when they're outer work, why, they're like so many big babies and quite as helpless. But he didn't stay long; he was too fine, and talked too much. The guv'nor soon saw through him, and paid him off; and, according to my experience in such things, those men as have so much to say, and are so very particular to let the guv'nor know how particular they are not to waste a bit of time, generally turn out the most given to miking--skulking, you know.