“Angel!” he shouted.
“May take me some time,” she called back. “I’ve had to take out a joint of the rod to carry the weight.”
At the third attempt, a couple of flasks, tied together, came clattering into the aperture. Jacob pounced upon them with joy.
“There’s some water there,” she told him. “Throw all the paper away. I’ll be round again in the morning before any one’s up, at about five o’clock. Don’t let them scare you. I’m doing things.”
“Bless you!” he called out.
“Do you like this bathing suit, or do you prefer the one I wore yesterday?”
“You look divine,” he answered. “So do these beef sandwiches.”
“What luck those apertures slope downwards,” she said, “or you couldn’t see me!”
“The luck of my life,” he agreed, with his mouth full.