He's got more money'n you can shake a stick at, and he don't have to do no work, nor never has, and his scientifics gets worse and worse every year.

But while scientifics is worrying to the nerves of a fambly, and while his labertory often makes the house smell like a sick drug store has crawled into it and died there, they wouldn't of been no serious row on between the perfessor and his wife, not ALL the time, if it hadn't of been fur Miss Estelle.

She has jest natcherally made herself boss of that there house, Biddy says, and she's a she-devil.

Between all them scientifics and Miss Estelle things has got where Mrs.Booth can't stand 'em much longer.
I didn't blame her none fur getting sore on her job, neither.

You can't expect a woman that's purty, and knows it, and ain't no more'n thirty-two or three, and don't look it, to be serious intrusted in mummies and pickled snakes and chemical perfusions, not ALL the time.
Mebby when Mrs.Booth would ast him if he was going to take her to the opery that night the perfessor would look up in an absent-minded sort of way and ast her did she know them Germans had invented a new germ?
It wouldn't of been so bad if the perfessor had picked out jest one brand of scientifics and stuck to that reg'lar.