Obediently Jim turned to the cars and began inspecting them with a view to obtaining the desired solvent. Had she demanded a cylinder he would have done his best to wrench one out.
“Here,” he said after a moment’s search. “Here’s one that’s easy. Got a handkerchief?”
“It’s up-stairs wet. I used it for the soap and water.”
Jim laboriously explored his pockets.
“Don’t believe I got one either.”
“Doggone it! Well, we can turn it on and let it run on the ground.”
He turned the spout; a dripping began.
“More!”
He turned it on fuller. The dripping became a flow and formed an oily pool that glistened brightly, reflecting a dozen tremulous moons on its quivering bosom.
“Ah,” she sighed contentedly, “let it all out. The only thing to do is to wade in it.”