"
Peter looked at his wife intently. "Why Nancy, I hadn't heard you complain
before!" he said. "If they're too big, we must wear less and make them
smaller, and I'll take an hour at the machine, and Junior can turn the
wringer. All of you children listen to me. Your Ma is feeling the size of
the wash. That means we must be more careful of our clothes and help her
better. If Ma gets sick, or tired of us, we'll be in a fix, I tell you!"
"I didn't say I was sick, or tired of you, I'm just tired of washing!"
said Mrs. Harding.
"I see!" said Peter. "But it is a thing that has got to be done, like
plowing and sowing."
"Yes I know," said Mrs. Harding, "but plowing and sowing only come once a
year. Washing comes once and twice a week."
"Let me," said Mickey. "I always helped mother, and I do my own and Lily's
at home. Of course I will here, and I can help you a lot with yours!"
"Yes a boy!" scoffed Mrs. Harding.
"Well I'll show you that a boy can work as well as a girl, if he's been
taught right," said Mickey.
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