it a rule of life to wash off all the buttons of your shirts and pull all the strings off your drawers and never dreams of putting them on again. This washerwoman charges like sixty.
There is the washerwoman who puts the thinnest kind of starch in your shirts, so that they become limp rags after being worn an hour. This kind of washerwoman gets rich fast. She has an eye to business.
Then there is the washerwoman who promises to bring your clothes at a certain hour, and never does so under any possible circumstance.
But there is also the good, honest, industrious, prompt, and motherly or sisterly washerwoman who puts buttons on your shirts and darns up your socks and does not charge extra therefor.
We looked for such a washerwoman for two years before we found her. Now we wouldn't give her up for a small fortune.
