Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi
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The Home Laundry 113<br />
ferent voice than they had ever heard from easygoing,<br />
good-n<strong>at</strong>ured Jud. "Wh<strong>at</strong>'s th<strong>at</strong> in the<br />
barrel?"<br />
"We were helping Dot/' said Bobby. "She<br />
got juice all on her dress, and, honest, she's worn<br />
eleven this week. So we thought we ought to<br />
wash this one."<br />
"I see," replied Jud slowly. "Do you know<br />
you've spoiled a barrel of soft rain w<strong>at</strong>er th<strong>at</strong>'s<br />
worth considerable? To say nothing of soap."<br />
"We used the green soap we found on the<br />
beam," put in Twaddles.<br />
"You perfect imps!" groaned poor Jud.<br />
"Th<strong>at</strong>'s my harness soap.<br />
I don't see how your<br />
town gets along with all four of you the year<br />
around. Well, you can just help me bail out<br />
this w<strong>at</strong>er—th<strong>at</strong>'s fl<strong>at</strong>. Wring out th<strong>at</strong> pesky<br />
wash and spread it on the grass to dry. Then<br />
each of you take one of those lard pails, and<br />
set<br />
to work."