I guess so--on the installment plan.

It takes her a week to scrub up the kitchen, and then one end of it is so dirty she has to begin again.

Consequently the dust is so thick in the rest of the house that I can see my tracks.

If 'twan't so late in the season I'd plant garden stuff in the parlor--nice soil and lots of shade, with the curtains down." From the rooms in the rear came the words of a gospel hymn sung in a tremulous soprano and at concert pitch.
"Music with my meals, just like a high-toned restaurant," commented Captain Cy.
"But what makes her sing so everlastin' LOUD ?" "Can't hear herself if she don't.

I could stand her deefness, because that's an affliction and we may all come to it; but--" The housekeeper, still singing, entered the room and planted herself in a chair.
"Good evenin', Mr.Tidditt," she said, smiling genially.