I ain't much of a workman, you know; being only a sort of odd man on the place, doing anything--painting or what not; but me and the guv'nor gets on well together, for I make a point of helping him when he's hard pushed; and I will say that of him, he's always been as liberal after as a man could be. Say a job's wanted quick, what's the good of niggling about one's hours exactly, and running off for fear of doing a stroke too much. Go at it, I says, and work with the master as if you take an interest in the job and feel a bit of pride in it. Why, bless your heart, 'tain't only the three or six-and-thirty shillings a week a man ought to work for, but the sense of doing things well, so as he can stand up aside his fellow-man, and look at his work and say, "I did that, and I ain't ashamed of it." Why, I've known fellows that bowky about their jobs that they wouldn't own to 'em afterwards. Sashes all knock-kneed, panelling out of the square, or painters with their paint all blistering and peeling off. No; 'tain't only for the week's wage a man ought to work, but for a sense of duty, and so on, Guv'nor and me gets on very well together, for I was with him in his worst times, when he used to work in his shirt-sleeves aside me; and many's the time I've gone into little contract jobs with him, to calculate the expense, when from being over-anxious to get work he'd take the jobs a deal too low, and so I used to tell him. But we always got on together, and I'll tell you how it was I got along with him. I always could carpenter a bit, but most of my time's been spent as a painter--'prenticed to it, you know, and spent seven years with a drunken master to learn 'most nothing, 'cept what I picked up myself. Well, I couldn't get a job in town, so I was on the look-out round the outside, when I came to our guv'nor's place, where he was at work with two men, and him doing about as much as both of 'em. No use to try on for carpentering, I thinks, so I sets up the painting sign and goes in. "Well," says the guv'nor, "I can give you a job if you can grain." Now that was a rum 'un, for I was only a plain painter, and no grainer; but after three weeks' hard lines, wife and family at home, and work awful, it did seem tantalising to a willing man to have a week's wages shown him if he could only do one particular thing. Of course I had dodged it a bit before, but I wasn't a grainer, and I knowed it well enough; but I thinks to myself, "Well, this is outside London, where people ain't so very artis-like in their ideas, and perhaps I can manage it--so here goes. I can but try, and if I misses, why, it ain't a hanging matter." So I says, "Well; I wouldn't undertake none of your superfine walnuts, and bird's-eye maples, and marbles; but if it's a bit of plain oak I'm your man."