“Togo,” deploy Hon. Mrs Jas Jones, as soonly as I was surprised as much as I could, “dishes like mine must not be washed brutally. They must be dishpanned like invalids.” “I shall be trained nurse to them so much as possible,” I collapse. “Should I need toilet soap to wash such fineness?” “Intellect are more important than soaps,” she explan. “Only once did I have a servant lady with sifficient intellect to wash my dishes, but she would not remain. She are now in Colorado running for Congress.” “How shall I do it to make scientific dish-wash?” I ask to know. She tell me this following recipe: 1st--Take one dishpan of good family, mix him with 3½ qrts. water of angry hotness until Hon. Dishpan seem quite tender. 2nd--Take one Soap of medium ripeness and mix him until he sud. Egg beater can be used if willing. 3rd--Dish-wash are now ready for it. Best Dishes to wash are them what has been smudged by foods. 4th--Drop Hon. Dish into delicious warmth of water. He will drown, but you must not pity him until he arrive entirely clean by soap. 5th--Hon. Dish will now expect warm shower bath. 6th--Wipe him until fatigued. 7th--Hon. Dish are now ready to eat another meal. “Most delicate tool to be used in dish-wash,” Mrs Jones tell with voice, “are Hon. Dishrag. He must never be neglect. He must be kep in healthful condition of athlete by continual care. He must be always clean like white gloves, so Hon. Mikerobes will not walk on him. Otherwise he will be full of feverish diseases which he will give my Dishes to pass on to us. “To keep dishrag clean are more important duty of home life than bakery or piano lesson. You unstand this?” “Distinctually!” I report. “But tell me this reply. What should I do if Hon. Dishrag should axidentally throw himself down on floor where dust is?” “Oh!!” This from her. “Never--no, never at all must Dishrag be permitted to behave like that by dropping to Floor. No!! Several 1000s of person is murdered each annual year by Dishrags what has thusly flopped and caught mikerobe. O Togo, you promus me one Thing?” “I promus.” “Promus you never permit Dishrag to flop to Floor whatever earthquake happen?” I promus reverendly by lifting my knuckles. So she permit me to wash her dishes. Things happens when they shouldn’t. This is what make newspapers and other novels so pleasant to read. And so it was with me. For 2 week times I work for this Mrs Jas Jones without any crisis arriving. She were so deliciously stingy of her Mrs Washington pitcher, cups & glasswear that she use 10c. store dishes of flat-iron thickness for daily use when her Husband & other folks she did not respect was home. So I needs not think of scientific dish-wash during them happy days. Yet I worry about Hon. Dishrag continuously, because I was afraid he might strike some germs. How could I keep him clean while washing plates with him?