"Yes, WE do a lot of ruining, we do.

My word, a lad would TAKE some ruining after he'd been with you." "It's time for work now, not for talk," said Mr.Pappleworth severely and coldly.
"It was time for work some time back," said Polly, marching away with her head in the air.

She was an erect little body of forty.
In that room were two round spiral machines on the bench under the window.

Through the inner doorway was another longer room, with six more machines.

A little group of girls, nicely dressed in white aprons, stood talking together.
"Have you nothing else to do but talk ?" said Mr.Pappleworth.
"Only wait for you," said one handsome girl, laughing.
"Well, get on, get on," he said.