“Togo,” she hypothecate, “I can observe two fly-tracks running over
portrait of my ancestor, Gov. Beelzebub Biggs. Kindly to wash his face
carefully with cast-steel soap and don’t offend his dignitary.”
This also I accomplish compressing the insurgent feeling that arise
continuously in my elbows.
“The early bird obtains worms,” she say cheerly when I arise at
4.32 a. m. for scrubb with sudds.
“At such time as this I prefer sleep to worms,” are smart reply I make.
“To-day we shall commence housecleaning,” she report last Fryday a. m.
“_Commence_ it!” I communicate crossly like Napoleon. “When did we ever
discontinue to houseclean?”
“Ah ho!” she laugh at. “What you has been doing is merely
lick-and-promise. Housecleaning are different. To houseclean you must
pull down everything that is up and pull up everything that is down.
Home must be carried out into the back yard and throughly swep. All
dust in house must be shoved out onto carpets which are on clothesline;
then all carpets on clothesline must be brutably punished with clubs
until dust fly back into house. And so on until exhausted.”
I could not disobey such wise demand. So I remove off coat and commence
eloping up & down stair, each time carrying some variety of pianos and
mahogany dresser. My suspenders bulged with gigantic strength while
Hon. Mrs Moon stood near and explained how I was more weak than Irish
labour.
That house were completely filled with break-a-brack and other
dishes which had been shot full of holes by mean British in Battle
of Revolution which occurred in 1492. There was many plates & cups,
beautiful but very lame. I drop several of these in removal, and they
look more broke than usual. Several of them fell down stairs ahead of
me and arrived with considerable crashes.
“I estimate my loss at $580 which must be removed from your wages,” Mrs
Moon say-so while she stood mourning over those fractured relicks.