“How many sets have you filled to-day?” Fred asked.
“Eleven.”
“And how many are you working a day?”
“Seventeen.”
“Then the men will have done by four o’clock?”
“Somewhere about that,” Frank said.
“If they can get seventeen sets filled by four o’clock,” Fred Bingham said, “they ought to do twenty.”
“I differ from you,” Frank said, coolly; “men who are working piece work expect to get away by four. I am certain if they were working day work they would not get fifteen sets full by six. They do a very good day’s work.”
“That’s your opinion, Maynard. I am master here, and I insist upon twenty sets being filled in future.”
“You may insist till you’re black in the face,” Frank said, “but you won’t get it done. I know what a fair day’s work is, and I consider twenty sets to be more than a fair day’s work, and I won’t ask the men to do it.”