Found Out

"NEVER again,' said Mrs. Green, as she swayed in her rocking chair, 'Never again will I think one house big enough for two to share; Never again will I go away with another family, I've had a month of that game this year, and once is enough for me. 'I fried the fish and I stood all day in a kitchen stifling hot, While Mrs. Burroughs, arrayed in pink, sat out in a shady spot; And we were to share in the work, you know, but little the work she did; Whenever there was any work to do she hurried away and hid. 'Her children — impudent little brats — were always abusing mine, They were always yelling for something, too! In a week I was sick of their whine; Oh, she's all very nice in town, I know, when her hair has the proper friz, But you've only to live with that woman a week to know what she really is.'