"Did you see her, too?"
"I did, indeed. You came here highly recommended by Indiana University, Tedder; and, frankly, I didn't expect this sort of thing from you."
"Mr. Coar, I believe that I've stumbled across a novel physical phenomenon."
"Anatomy was being studied in 1600 A.D., young man," Mr. Coar observed, his voice dripping sarcasm, "and is scarcely any longer a 'novel physical phenomenon'."
"Sit down, sir." Mr. Tedder offered the principal the top of a desk in the front row. "Now, what did you expect to see when you came in here?"
"The apparatus of a physics laboratory—all those gears and coils and tubes and ... things," Mr. Coar vaguely enumerated. "Certainly not a...." The principal sat heavily on the desk top, bulge-eyed. On the marble top of the demonstration bench was a Goldberg-esque network of machinery, a perfect reproduction of the principal's uncertain notions concerning scientific gadgetry.
"How the devil did you do that, Tedder?"
"People have been asking me all morning. I don't know. I don't think that I did do it."
"Has that girl ..." Honey LaRue reappeared on the bench, and the air vibrated with the drums' seductive roll "... been here before?"
"Yes, sir. Couple of boys in my class saw her, too."