M. L. Campbell, The Automatic Maid-of-All-Work…
“ After the door closed upon the policeman, John looked at me and I at him. The maid had accomplished several revolutions around the dining-room and was about to return. “Mercy, Fanny, you’re always talking how much there is to do; can’t you think of something I’m not supposed to know.” “No,” I answered, grimly, but an idea struck John, and he immediately hurried to pull another wire. ”
