"They's put on wrong side out."
"Hold on," I exclaimed, "that's easily remedied, if you will permit me," and I turned the hose on him.
That little event brought to my mind the narrow escape I had recently.
Through the carelessness on the part of a gentleman who was demonstrating the wonderful abilities of his patent liquid fire extinguisher, my clothes caught fire.
Well, that, you know, is no joke.
Many a poor chap has burned up before he could collect his wits and roll himself up in a rug.
But I must confess, the fellow who was to blame kept his head, and knew just what to do.
He slapped a little stream of his magic mixture on me, and before you could say Jack Robinson, I was saved.