If she wants to sweep her floor, does she have to wear out her own elbows? No, indeed; electricity jest sweeps it for her clean as a pin.
Oh, what a house! what a house!
Josiah of course wuz rampant with idees of havin' our house run jest like it.
He thought mebby he could run it by horse power or by wind.
"But," I sez, "I guess the old mair has enough on her hands without washin' dishes and cookin'."
He see it wuzn't feasible.
"But," sez he, "I believe I could run it by wind. Don't you know what wind storms we have in Jonesville?"
And I sez, "You won't catch me a-sewin' by it, a-blowin' me away one minute, and then stoppin' stun-still the next;" and sez I, "How could we be elevated by it? blow us half way upstairs, and then go down, and drop us. We shouldn't live through it a week, even if you could git the machinery a-runnin'."
"Wall," sez he, with a wise, shrewd look, "as fur as the elevator is concerned, I believe I could fix that on a endless chain—keep it a-runnin' all the time, sunthin' like perpetual motion."