"Why, they'd have sent for the plumber, of course," observed Tilly, gravely.
"Of course! Still—they don't look very leaky, to me," laughed Genevieve.
"Was it here, or somewhere else, that a man (or was it a child?) put his arm (or was it a finger?) in a little hole in the wall and stopped the leak, and so saved the town?" mused Bertha aloud dreamily.
"Of course it was," answered Tilly with grave emphasis; and not until the others laughed did Bertha wake up enough to turn her back with a shrug.
"Well, it was somewhere, anyhow," she pouted.
"As if we could doubt that—after what you said," murmured Tilly.
"But they have had floods here, haven't they?" questioned Alma Lane.
Genevieve gave a sudden laugh. At the others' surprised look she explained:
"Oh, I'm not laughing at the real floods, the water floods they've had, of course. It's just that I happened to think of something I read some time ago. They had one flood here of—molasses."
"Mo—lass—es!" chorused several voices.