I am only afraid that he will succeed in forcing me to admit, that what he calls his classical proposition is true; that to clean a house does not require the feat of a Hercules, to wit: turning a river through it.
This is my story of house-cleaning, and it is in no very high degree flattering to my housekeeping vanity.

Perhaps the thing might be managed differently.

But I don't know.

Out of chaos, order comes.
While on this subject, it will be all in place to introduce another house-cleaning story, which I find floating about in the newspapers.
It presents the matter from another point of view, and was written, it will be seen, by a man: Talk of a washing day! What is that to a whole week of washing-days?
No, even this gives no true idea of that worst of domestic afflictions a poor man can suffer--house-cleaning.

The washing is confined to the kitchen or wash-house, and the effect visible in the dining-room is in cold or badly cooked meals; with a few other matters not necessary to mention here.