Can't you buck up a bit?
Here, come out!" He took the book, to Paul's immense chagrin, and began the copying himself.

He worked quickly and well.

This done, he seized some strips of long yellow paper, about three inches wide, and made out the day's orders for the work-girls.
"You'd better watch me," he said to Paul, working all the while rapidly.
Paul watched the weird little drawings of legs, and thighs, and ankles, with the strokes across and the numbers, and the few brief directions which his chief made upon the yellow paper.

Then Mr.Pappleworth finished and jumped up.
"Come on with me," he said, and the yellow papers flying in his hands, he dashed through a door and down some stairs, into the basement where the gas was burning.

They crossed the cold, damp storeroom, then a long, dreary room with a long table on trestles, into a smaller, cosy apartment, not very high, which had been built on to the main building.
In this room a small woman with a red serge blouse, and her black hair done on top of her head, was waiting like a proud little bantam.
"Here y'are!" said Pappleworth.
"I think it is 'here you are'!" exclaimed Polly.