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Always send for me when she's in a mess, or needs a bit of trimmin' and cleanin' up. The Head Gardener pushed past them with his odour of soil and burning leaves, his great sunburned face and his browned, stained hands.
Well, it was a God's mercy that some one washed for you, and it was good clane washin' she did, I'll bet and blamed little she got for it, too, while you lay in your bed with your dandruffy hair in a greasy boudoir cap, and had her climb the stairs with your breakfast. And you'd fault her for washin' for you and cleanin' your house you'd fault her for it!
"An' two young fellers I know'll bait up a tub or so o' trawl, while they're cleanin'," said Disko, lashing the wheel to his taste. "Um! Guess I'd ruther clean up, Dad." "Don't doubt it. Ye wun't, though. Dress daown! Dress daown! Penn'll pitch while you two bait up." "Why in thunder didn't them blame boys tell us you'd struck on?" said Uncle Salters, shuffling to his place at the table.
No you'll come wi' me down to the Sailors' Welcome near the dock-gates, where you can get a good bed for sixpence a night, a heavy blow-out for tenpence, with a splendid readin'-room, full o' rockin' chairs, an' all the rest of it for nothin'. An there's a lavatory that's the name that they give to a place for cleanin' of yourself up a lavatory where you can wash yourself, if you like, till your skin comes off!
I mean Mariana's cosseted him and swep' his path afore him, carryin' his victuals and cleanin' up the house when he's out hayin' or cuttin' wood, till he thinks it ain't so bad to bach it after all.
Didn't I marry George D. Ransford, an' didn't I raise twins by him, as you might say, an' didn't I learn thereby, an' therewith, as the sayin' is, that wi' muck around there's jest one way o' cleanin' it up an' that's with a broom! Come right into the house, pretty. You're needin' hot milk to soothe your nerves, my pore, pore! Come right in. Guess I'm a match fer any male muck around these hills.
"Hey, what's all that shootin' goin' on over there?" he called, waking up the entire outfit in his excitement. "Sheepmen," responded some sleeper briefly. "Cleanin' their guns, mebbe," suggested another, yawning. "Did you move 'em, Jeff?" "You betcher neck!" replied Creede promptly, "and I'm goin' back in the mornin', too."
"Long may thay wave!" sez I, seein I shood git into a scrape ef I didn't look out. In a privit conversashun with Brigham I learnt the follerin fax: It takes him six weeks to kiss his wives. He don't do it only onct a yere & sez it is wuss nor cleanin house. He don't pretend to know his children, thare is so many of um, tho they all know him.
I told you my conscience was a-prickin' me over the spring cleanin'. Seems like Providence was a-jostlin' my elbow all these days, and I was jest too ornery to pay heed." "In two days, it says," repeated William; "and we can't send no telegram because there ain't no address." Tuck and his wife had no children. They occupied the kitchen for a living-room and the big bedroom over it at night.
Louis, none save the Señora Moreno and certain strapping Apache squaws who wore buckskin téwas and carried butcher knives in their belts. Even the heart of Rufus Hardy went pit-a-pat and stopped, at the sound of that happy chatter. "They're rustlin' the whole dam' house," exclaimed Creede, all nerves and excitement. "Didn't you hear that pan go 'bamp'? Say, I believe they're cleanin' house!
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