“So I hunted around, and in the closet in the parlor, or living room, or whatever you call it, I found a whole stack of things that looked like towels; so I used one of those.”
“Is this it?” Seth picked up a damp and bedraggled cloth from the table.
“That's it. I should have hung it up somewhere, I suppose. I'll lose my job if I don't look out.”
“Um! Well, I'm much obliged to you, only—”
“Only?”
“Only you washed them dishes with the sink cloth and wiped 'em with a piller case.”
The volunteer dishwasher's mouth opened.
“NO!” he gasped.
“Ya-as.”
“A pillow case! Well, by George!”