Why don't you wait till she's come home to help you ?" But from the hall where she was busy dusting, sweeping, polishing, his wife's voice came back: "Girls ain't no good at this sort of work.

Don't you worry about me.

I feel as if I'd enjoy doing an extra bit of cleaning to-day.

I don't like to feel as anyone could come in and see my place dirty." "No fear of that!" Bunting chuckled.

And then a new thought struck him.