The Scavenger

‘My parlour-maid and cook both gave notice—’

‘My stomach is not at all what it should be—’

‘Of course the telephone was out of order—’

‘The coal they sent was all stones and coal-dust—’

‘All the electric wiring has had to be renewed—’

‘I find it impossible to digest potatoes—’

‘My aunt has had to have eighteen of her teeth extracted—’

Am I nothing but a dust-bin or kitchen-sink for other people’s troubles? Have I no agonies, no indigestions of my own?