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Updated: May 21, 2025
The Pay's gone." He mused awhile. "But we gave 'em an almighty hammering. And here am I, alive and kicking again. And there's Betty. . . . It's a rum world." He bent forward and gathered a daisy growing in the border beside his seat. With his bleached, rather unsteady, fingers, he began picking the petals from it one by one. "She does, she doesn't. She does, she doesn't.
It's yours; take it, and be darned!" said Seth. "I was going to propose to you," stammered Frank from his too full heart, "to take the watch, and pay you for it when I can." "Ez for that the pay's no consequence. I was more to blame than you; and the loss ought to be mine." "But " insisted Frank. "No buts! Besides, I never make bargains Sundays."
Janet accosted her. "It's the strike," she explained excitedly, evidently surprised at the question. "The Polaks and the Dagoes and a lot of other foreigners quit when they got their envelopes stopped their looms and started through the mill, and when they came into our room I left. I didn't want no trouble with 'em. It's the fifty-four hour law their pay's cut two hours.
And the pay's worth a three month stretch. They take us down for Terra leave before we start talking to the Whisperers." "How many of you here at a time?" Rip edged the question in casually. But the other might have been expecting it by the way he avoided giving a direct answer. "Enough to run the place and not enough to help you clean out your wagon," he was short about it.
"I'm not to be played so easily as I was when I first met you," he said. "Of course, in a sense, the pay's no great inducement to me; it's the idea of being offered it.
"I need men that know a little something about horses the foreman can't always be at a man's elbow. You can start right in pay's good. Go tell the foreman I've hired you; that's him back there in the office." Then came the rain. Week after week of drab clouds and drizzle, and no sun to hearten a man for his work.
The pay's pretty good, and I daresay you could put me on the track." "I could. The trouble is that somebody else might afterwards put you off. However, if you'd like to try " "I'll wait a bit. I don't know that it's prudent to plunge into things." "It is, if you plunge in and stop in until you struggle out with what you want. Come up to the track and ask for me when you decide to let the farm go."
"I reckon it's a certainty that Pop requires considerable labor, though, and maybe this demented lady won't. If the wages is liberal " "We ought to see the lady, first," said Dave. "There's some lady pilgrims that couldn't hire me with di'monds." "The pay's all right and the lady's all right. She's French." "A mad'mo'selle?" they echoed. "It's a long story," said De Launay, smiling.
"The pay is small enough," said Captain Kettle, staring at the blue paper. "It's a bit hard for a man of my age and experience to come down to a job like piloting, on eight pound a month and my grub." "All right, Capt'n," replied the agent. "You needn't tell me what I know already. The pay's miserable, the climate's vile, and the bosses are beasts.
But then an educated person can pick up most any trade in a few days, well enough to get along. They'll make you a paster, at first." "How much does that pay?" "He'll offer you two fifty a week, but you must make him give you three. That's right for beginners. Then, if you stay on and work hard, you'll be raised to four after six months. The highest pay's five." "Three dollars," said Susan.
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