'As soon as I've got this bit of wall done, I'll wipe all the mess up with the swab.' Crass now took a pot of paint and some brushes and, having put some more fuel on the fire, began in a leisurely way to paint some of the woodwork in the kitchen.

Presently Bert came in.
'I've finished there,' he said.
'About time, too.

You'll 'ave to look a bit livelier than you do, you know, or me and you will fall out.' Bert did not answer.
'Now I've got another job for yer.

You're fond of drorin, ain't yer ?' continued Crass in a jeering tone.
'Yes, a little,' replied the boy, shamefacedly.
'Well,' said Crass, giving him the leaf he had torn out of the pocket-book, 'you can go up to the yard and git them things and put 'em on a truck and dror it up 'ere, and git back as soon as you can.

Just look at the paper and see if you understand it before you go.