The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists
like this on purpose. Really, these men seemed to have no conscience.
Two coats—and he had estimated for only three!
'Crass!'
'Yes, sir.'
'Come here!'
'Yes, sir.'
Crass came hurrying along.
'What's the meaning of this? Didn't I tell you to make this do with one coat? Look at it!'
'It's like this, sir,' said Crass. 'If it had been washed down'
'Washed down be damned!' shouted Hunter. 'The reason is that the colour ain't thick enough. Take the paint and put a little more body in it and we'll soon see whether it can be done or not. I can make it cover if you can't.'
Crass took the paint, and, superintended by Hunter, made it thicker. Misery then seized the brush and prepared to demonstrate the possibility of finishing the work with one coat. Crass and Sawkins looked on in silence.
Just as Misery was about to commence, he fancied he heard someone whispering somewhere. He laid down the brush and crawled stealthily upstairs to see who it was. Directly his back was turned, Crass seized a bottle of oil that was standing near and, tipping about half a pint of it into the paint, stirred it up quickly. Misery returned almost immediately: he had not caught anyone; it must have been fancy. He took up the brush and began to paint. The result was worse than Sawkins's.
He messed and fooled about for some time but could not make it come right. At last he gave it up.
'I suppose it'll have to have two coats after all,' he said, mournfully; 'but it's a thousand pities.'
He almost wept.
The firm would be ruined it things went on like this.
'You'd better go on with it,' he said as he laid down the brush.
He began to walk about the house again. He wanted to go away now, but he did not want them to know that he was gone, so he sneaked out of the back door, crept round the house and out of the gate, mounted his bicycle and rode away.
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