where the back yards were not separated, he found himself considerably incommoded by the disorderly habits of his next neighbor.
The dust and dirt daily swept into the yard were allowed to accumulate there in a heap, which the wind often scattered over the neater premises adjoining.
The mistress of the house was said to be of an irritable temper, likely to take offence if asked to adopt a different system.
He accordingly resolved upon a course, which he thought might cure the evil without provoking a dispute.
One day, when he saw his neighbor in her kitchen, he called his own domestic to come out into the yard.
Pointing to the heap of dirt, he exclaimed, loud enough to be heard in the next house, ‘Betsy, art thou not ashamed to sweep dust and litter into such a heap.
See how it is blowing about our neighbor's yard!
Art thou not ashamed of thyself?’
‘I didn't sweep any dirt there,’ replied the girl.
‘They did it themselves.’
‘Pshaw! Pshaw! don't tell me that,’ rejoined he. ‘Our neighbor wouldn't do such an untidy thing.
I wonder she hasn't complained of thee before now. Be more careful in future; for I should be very sorry to give her any occasion to say she couldn't keep the yard clean on our account.’
The domestic read his meaning in the roguish expression of his eye, and she remained silent.