Let the pudding come out of the stove stiff as a poker.

Let the gossiping gabbler of next door come in and tell all the disagreeable things that neighbors have been saying.
Let the lungs be worn out by staying indoors without fresh air, and the needle be threaded with nerves exhausted.

After one week's household annoyances, he would conclude that Wall street is heaven and the clatter of the Stock Exchange rich as Beethoven's symphony.
We think Mary of Bethany a little to blame for not helping Martha get the dinner.

If women sympathize with men in the troubles of store and field, let the men also sympathize with the women in the troubles of housekeeping.
Many a housewife has died of her annoyances.

A bar of soap may become a murderous weapon.