“Nail them up again quickly,” she comment. “Then go to roof and sweep out chimbley.”
I elevated myself to loftly position and stood poking smok-tracks from chimbley. Just then she holla,
“Come down 1st floor, please, and ade me in removing tables upstairs.”
I do so wishing I was a bird and could fly up and down with less feetsteps.
By that time Hon. Sun were setting and I feel like doing the same. So I choose soft chair in back yard and soothe myself by flopping to it. There I reposed amidst rags, rugs, brooms, portraits, paints and other cleanly dirt.
“Why you set there so worklessly?” she require, seeing me with eagle expression.
“I have moved so much that I am now moveless,” I reply with great pathos.
She make her eyes look kind and charity.
“Maybe you tired!” she collapse with considerable gentleness.