"Well, if it's marked alcohol, there ought to be alcohol in it," said Janet.
Lee gave the bottle a gentle shake. "It seems about half full," she said. "Shall I take it?"
"Oh, certainly. You are quite welcome to it," returned Janet, hiding a smile.
And Lee went off triumphant.
Janet had risen from the unpacking of her box and was burrowing in the depths of her trunk when a second sharp tap was heard at the door.
"Come in," said Janet, from under the trunk lid.
"Janet Ferguson, you are a fraud," said Lee's indignant voice. "We filled the lamp full of that stuff; it must have been nothing but water for the wick sputtered and sizzled and went out."
"Beggars shouldn't be choosers," said Janet, letting her trunk lid fall with a thump. "I didn't say it was alcohol."
"Why, you did."
"No, I didn't. You said the bottle was marked alcohol, and I said if it was so marked, alcohol it ought to be; that's all."