CHAPTER XIV
A PATENT DISH-WASHING
"OH, my!" sighed Mary Frances, gazing at the great pile of dirty dishes on the kitchen table, where she had carried them after the company had gone. "Oh, my, cooking is fun—but washing dishes is another thing. I'm 'most tired enough to drop,—and there must be a hundred dishes to do! I'm glad Tea Kettle is full of hot water."
"Bubble! Bubble! Piff! Piff!" puffed Tea Kettle, mys-ter-i-ous-ly smiling as though he knew something was about to happen.
Mary Frances couldn't see anything very pleasing with so much of a task before her.
She put the large dish pan on the table and poured in the water, whirling the soap around in it several times to make it a little sudsy.
Then she sat down to rest.