Best of all, he enjoyed watching them clean their teeth.It wasdelicious to see them, tiptoe on their hind legs at the basin, to which their noses just reached; mouths gaping wide as they scrubbed with very small toothbrushes.They were so elated by squeezing out the toothpaste from the tube that he had not the heart to refuse them this privilege, though it was wasteful.For they always squeezed out more than necessary, and after a moment's brushing their mouths became choked and clotted with the pungent foam.Much of this they swallowed, for he had not been able to teach them to rinse and gargle.Their only idea regarding any fluid in the mouth was to swallow it; so they coughed and strangled and barked.Gissing had a theory that this toothpaste foam most be an appetizer, for he found that the more of it they swallowed, the better they ate their breakfast.
After breakfast he hurried them out into the garden, before the day became too hot.As he put a new lot of prunes to soak in cold water, he could not help reflecting how different the kitchen and pantry looked from the time of Fuji.The ice-box pan seemed to be continually brimming over.Somehow--due, he feared, to a laxity on Mrs.Spaniel's part--ants had got in.He was always finding them inside the ice-box, and wondered where they came from.He was amazed to find how negligent he was growing about pots and pans: he began cooking a new mess of oatmeal in the double boiler without bothering to scrape out the too adhesive remnant of the previous porridge.He had come to the conclusion that children are tougher and more enduring than Dr.Holt will admit; and that a little carelessness in matters of hygiene and sterilization does not necessarily mean instant death.
Truly his once dainty menage was deteriorating.He had put away his fine china, put away the linen napery, and laid the table with oil cloth.He had even improved upon Fuji's invention of scuppers by a little trough which ran all round the rim of the table, to catch any possible spillage.He was horrified to observe how inevitably callers came at the worst possible moment.Mr.and Mrs.Chow, for instance, drew up one afternoon in their spick-and-span coupe with their intolerably spotless only child sitting self- consciously beside them.Groups, Bunks, and Yelpers were just then filling the garden with horrid clamour.They had been quarrelling, and one hadpushed the other two down the back steps.Gissing, who had attempted to find a quiet moment to scald the ants out of the ice-box, had just rushed forth and boxed them all.As he stood there, angry and waving a steaming dishclout, to Chows appeared.The puppies at once set upon little Sandy Chow, and had thoroughly.mauled his starched sailor suit in the driveway before two minutes were past.Gissing could not help laughing, for he suspected that there had been a touch of malice in the Chows coming just at that time.
He had given up his flower garden, too.It was all he could do to shove the lawn-mower around, in the dusk, after the puppies were in bed.Formerly he had found the purr of the twirling blades a soothing stimulus to thought; but nowadays he could not even think consecutively.Perhaps, he thought, the residence of the mind is in the legs, not in the head; for when your legs are thoroughly weary you can't seem to think.
So he had decided that he simply must have more help in the cooking and housework.He had instructed Mrs.Spaniel to send the washing to the steam-laundry, and spend her three days in the kitchen instead.A huge bundle had come back from the laundry, and he had paid the driver $15.98.With dismay he sorted the clean, neatly folded garments.Here was the worthy Mrs.Spaniel's list, painstakingly written out in her straggling script:--MR.GISHING FAMILY WOSH
8 towls 6 pymjarm Mr Gishing 12 rompers 3 blowses 6 cribb sheets 1 Mr.Gishing sheat 4 wastes 3 wosh clothes 2 onion sutes Mr Gishing 6 smal onion sutes 4 pillo slipes 3 sherts 18 hankerchifs smal 6 hankerchifslarge 8 colers 3 overhauls 10 bibbs 2 table clothes (coca stane) 1 table clothe (prun juce and eg)After contemplating this list, Gissing went to his desk and began to study his accounts.A resolve was forming in his mind.
