"I can't think how it is," said Daphne. "Mine was all right."
"Of course it was," retorted her husband. "So was Adèle's. So was Jill's. By the time you three nymphs are through, there's no hot water left."
"That," said I, "is where the geyser comes in. The agent was at some pains to point out that it was an auxiliary."
"Was he, indeed?" said Berry. "Well, if he'd been at some pains to point out that it leaked, stank, became white-hot, and was generally about the finest labour-wasting device ever invented, he'd 've been nearer the mark. If he'd added that it wasn't a geyser at all, but a cross between a magic lantern and a money-box——"
"Knack," said Jonah. "That's all it needs. You haven't got the hang of it yet."
The savagery with which my brother-in-law attacked a roll was almost frightening.
"W-why money-box?" said Jill tremulously.
"Because," said Berry, "it has to be bribed to devil you. Until you've put ten centimes in the metre, you don't get any gas. It's a pretty idea."
Adèle began to shake with laughter.
"You must have done something wrong," said I.