On the contrary, he is a very dirty one.

He has none of the cat's dainty neatness and cleanliness, none of her instinctive recognition of the deodorizing and purifying power of the earth, that makes the foulest thing once buried spring up in fresh grass and fragrant flowers.

He has nothing of the imperative impulse of the little ant which he treads under his lordly feet to shampoo his brother, let alone himself.

It has needed the discipline and the suffering of the ages to evolve that great banner of progress, the clean shirt.

From what great world pestilences has he not had to suffer as the consequences of his own uncleanliness! Cholera has been rightly called the beneficent sanitary inspector of the world.