[To the weaver standing before him.] How often have I told you that you must bring cleaner cloth? What sort of mess is this? Knots, and straw, and all kinds of dirt.
REIMANN
It's for want of a new picker, sir.
APPRENTICE
[Has weighed the piece.] Short weight, too.
PFEIFER
I never saw such weavers. I hate to give out the yarn to them. It was another story in my day! I'd have caught it finely from my master for work like that. The business was carried on in different style then. A man had to know his trade—that's the last thing that's thought of nowadays. Reimann, one shilling.
REIMANN
But there's always a pound allowed for waste.