I'll just do it, and see if anybody in this house will care." No sooner thought than commenced.

Kitty went to work.

The dishes were washed until they shone; those clean dishes shouldn't go in such a disorderly cupboard.

There was no help for it, the shelves must be washed; down came the bottles and bundles, papers of this and boxes of that, which had been gathering, Kitty didn't know how long, and the astonished shelves felt soap and water once more.

How they were scrubbed! "Kitty," called her father from his bedroom, hearing the racket, "what are you doing ?" "I'm cleaning house," answered Kitty promptly.
And her father, because he did not know what else to do, let her work.
From the cupboard she went to the mantelpiece, bundled the things all off in a heap, washed it thoroughly, and put everything in order.