He wuz a creeter I never liked, always tryin' to invent sunthin' and always failin.

But Josiah insisted on havin' him because he wuz so much cheaper.
And I sez, "You'll sup sorrow yet, Josiah Allen, with your tendency to save and scrimp.

Jabez Wind don't know nothin' about such work; he hain't got any shop or tools and I don't want him meddlin' round my house.

We want the rooms warmed good and we don't want a big noise and racket, as I've hearn they make sometimes, I couldn't stand it with such noise and cracklin' goin' on day and night." "Oh," sez Josiah, "that's one great beauty of Jabezeses invention, it is perfectly noiseless, not a murmur or gurgle from one year's end to the other, and so easy to tend.

Jest twice a year, he sez, to put a pail of water in the upper tank, two pails of water a year to insure summer warmth, no dirt, no noise, not much like luggin' in wood from mornin' till night, breakin' your back cuttin' and splittin' it and litterin' up the house." The idee of the perfect stillness did tempt me, I so love comfort and quiet, and also not havin' to sweep up after chips and kindlin' wood.
But yet how did we know these things wuz so?
And agin I sez, "How do you know he can do all this?
He hain't got any tools." Sez Josiah, "He's got idees if he hain't got tools.