"You needn't trouble, Jake!"
"Well," said Jake, "I'll leave them clo'es another week, and mebbe Tillie'll feel some better and can get 'em done. Mom won't like it when I come without 'em this mornin'. She's needin' 'em fur the childern, and she thought they'd be done till this morning a'ready."
"Why don't you hire your washin' or buy her a washin'-machine? Then she'd have time to do her own sewin'."
"Work don't hurt a body," Mr. Getz maintained. "It's healthy. What's Tillie doin' this morning?"
"She was bakin' these pies, but I want her now to redd up. Take all them pans to the dresser, Tillie."
Tillie went to the table to do as she was bid.
"Well, I must be goin' home now," said Mr. Getz. "I'll take Tillie's wages, Em."
Mrs. Wackernagel set her lips as she wiped her hands on the roller-towel and opened the dresser drawer to get her purse.
"How's her?" she inquired, referring to Mrs. Getz to gain time, as she counted out the money.
"She's old-fashioned."