That Hon. Mrs Fits Gibb reside in one large mahogany house containing
sifficient windows to see everything through. Bay windows occur at
moments when least expected; skylights peep from roof with expression
peculiar to pair of spectacles. That house has got windows all over
its face from its chin to its forehead, and every door are confused by
glass stained brightly to resemble colours.
“Togo,” explan Hon. Mrs to me, “I are very fond of fresh daylight.”
“You have caged nearly all there is,” I corrode for politeness while
gazing at 13 doz. windows surrounding.
“When doing nothing,” she explan, “it shall be your duty to wash them
windows with careful soap. This will make them more light.”
“I am hired for light work,” I suggest. “What are most scientific way
to bathe these glass eyes of your home?”
“Most artistic window-wash can be obtained with a ladder and a bucket,”
she deploy. “Also rags must be used including soap and gymnastics.
Take these materials to window requiring cleanliness and rub until
exhausted. Continue this massage on next window and therefore on.
Industry must be had. Do not abandon a pain of glass until he shine
with brilliancy resembling genius.”
So I go do what she say. I got ladder, I obcured rags, I obtained sudds
bucket according to orders Hon. Mrs Fits Gibb gave me. So farly so
goodly.
Grasping ladder on my shoulder with military expression I walk around
Hon. House to pick out one window what appear good natured & easy.
More I looked less I could decide. That Hon. House continue to gaze
at me sternly like one octopus with 1000 glass eyes. At lastly I find
one pompus bay window what set over front door presenting swelled
appearance peculiar to Presidents.