"Where're you going to keep the family ghost?" asked the real ghost.
"You old batch! Do you think I'd tolerate him round here?" said Peter, with connubial pride. "Cobb has a cinch on them all; eh, Cobb?" with a refreshened squint towards Cobb.
"Don't be so rude, Peter, as to bring me into your argumentations with Monroe here, whose own reputation needs a little stringing up," responded Cobb.
"Never mind your moralizing—show us your house," replied the ghost, without being the least irritated.
When they came to the bath room, they all stepped within; and the visitors were charmed. Peter took on a new halo of beamingness as he saw how delighted his patrons were over this dream of modern bathery, with its shining fixtures and alabastine walls.
"Do you bathe, Peter?" asked the ghost.
"I guess, yes—every morning at eight," answered Peter, with a swell.
"Humph!" responded the ghost; "and you didn't catch cold the first time?" with no attempt to be facetious.
"Alcohol is a great preventative," answered Peter.
"Within, or without?" asked the ghost.