Mr. Pratt

The Twins was pretty well wore out by this time, so neither of them would wash dishes. They chucked ‘em into the kitchen sink and left them there. Then they put in three or four hours looking out of the window and swearing at the weather. I stayed in the armchair by the fireplace and did little or nothing but groan and rub alcohol on my lame shoulder. 'Twa'n’t a joyful kind of experience, but 'twas the first real daytime rest I’d had since I got Naturalized. And, I own up, I got a good deal of comfort watching the Heavenlies try to do for themselves.