I 'm sorrier for David Hartley than I ever was for anyone before . '' `` I suppose he 's used to it , '' said Mrs. Tom with a shrug . `` I do n't see how anyone could ever get used to it , '' groaned Josephine . `` And David used to be so particular when he was a boy . The minute I went there the other night I took in that kitchen with a look . I do n't believe the paint has even been washed since the house was built . I honestly do n't . And I would n't like to be called upon to swear when the floor was scrubbed either . The corners were just full of rolls of dust -- you could have shovelled it out . I swept it out next day and I thought I 'd be choked . As for the pantry -- well , the less said about that the better . And it 's the same all through the house . You could write your name on everything . I could n't so much as clean up . Zillah was so sick there could n't be a bit of noise made . I did manage to sweep and dust , and I cleaned out the pantry . And , of course , I saw that the meals were nice and well cooked . You should have seen David 's face . He looked as if he could n't get used to having things clean and tasty . I darned his socks -- he had n't a whole pair to his name -- and I 've done everything I could to give him a little comfort .
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