He had pride, pride in his old woman and pride in himself.

When I asked him what he thought I, a greenhorn, might expect to earn at "hopping," he sized me up, and said that it all depended.

Plenty of people were too slow to pick hops and made a failure of it.

A man, to succeed, must use his head and be quick with his fingers, must be exceeding quick with his fingers.

Now he and his old woman could do very well at it, working the one bin between them and not going to sleep over it; but then, they had been at it for years.
"I 'ad a mate as went down last year," spoke up a man.