'You know 'ow it is: 'Unter sends 'im 'ere to do paintin', and I've got to put 'im on it.

There ain't nothing else for 'im to do.' Further discussion on this subject was prevented by Sawkins' arrival, nearly a quarter of an hour late.
'Oh, you 'ave come, then,' sneered Crass.

'Thought p'raps you'd gorn for a 'oliday.' Sawkins muttered something about oversleeping himself, and having hastily put on his apron, he went upstairs with Harlow.
'Now, let's see,' Crass said, addressing Philpot.

'You and Newman 'ad better go and make a start on the second floor: this is the colour, and 'ere's a couple of candles.

You'd better not both go in one room or 'Unter will growl about it.