Elisabeth Woodbridge Morris, More Jonathan Papers
“ Once or twice each year it was the drainpipe from the sink. The drain, like the pump, was an innovation. Our ancestors had always carried out whatever they couldn’t use or burn, and dumped it on the far edge of the orchard. In a thinly settled community, there is much to be said for this method: you know just where you are. But we had the drain, and occasionally we didn’t know just where we were.“Coffee grounds,” Jonathan would suggest, with a touch of sternness. ”
