I was referring to work--real work about the house.

Did you never do any of that ?" David gave a relieved laugh.
"Oh, you mean getting the meals and tidying up the house," he replied.
"Oh, yes, I did that with father, only"-- his face grew wistful--"I'm afraid I didn't do it very well.

My bacon was never as nice and crisp as father's, and the fire was always spoiling my potatoes." "Humph! bacon and potatoes, indeed!" scorned Simeon Holly.

"Well, boy, we call that women's work down here.

We set men to something else.