Dishes

Since the Craven Family originally obtained a dishwasher, daily chores around the house have been revolutionized. Momma Craven can testify to the fact that dishwashers take much less time and are much more convenient to use than the sink. Today is a sad day, for, due to the inevitable inadequacy of technology, our washer has failed. Flooded? Clogged? Old age? Anyway, it is broke. Broken. Gone. Handy Daddy did his best, even Charles, the budding engineer, tried to help, but their efforts availed to....

nothing...

These are the times that try our family's dishwashing abilities. The summerry Abigail and the sunshiney Judith will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their family, being too young to contribute; but he (or she) that washes dishes by hand now, deserves the love and thanks of mother and father. Washing by hand, like hell, is drying to the skin ; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder we wash dishes, the cleaner the dishes will become. When we had the dishwasher, we esteemed it too lightly: it is dearness only as much time as it took to load it. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon dishwashers and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as a DISHWASHER should not be highly rated.

After realizing these realizations,

I have a dream, it is a dream firmly rooted in the Craven Family Household from this time on. I have a dream that one day every cup shall be cleaned, every spoon and fork shall be made sterile, the rough burnt-on food stuck to bowls that drive our mothers, wives, and children out of their minds will be made nonexistant, and the plates will be made pure, and the dishwasher of the Craven family shall be restored, and all 10 members shall see it and together rejoice.

So,

Friends, Cravens, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury hand-dish-washing, not to praise it. The evil that a lack of a dishwasher does lives after it; The good of the dishwasher has not been buried;
So let it be with the Craven Family...

I vote for a new dishwasher.