Peter. Oh, joy! Oh, bliss! Oh, rapture! They haven’t reached Bay Point yet. I’m the first on hand. This, dear madam, is a clothes sprinkler. (Takes a bottle from his pocket.) If you will just let me fill this with water, I will show you how it works. (Takes pitcher from table.) Is this water or champagne? Water, of course! (Fills the bottle and puts on the sprinkler-top. He then places a handkerchief on table.) Spread your clothes on the table and sprinkle lightly, wets them all over the same. It can likewise be used to sprinkle the floor (illustrating) before sweeping. To water the flowers!
Cyn. For the land sakes, stop! There won’t be a dry spot in the house!
Peter. Likewise to shampoo the hair.
(Waves the bottle over his own head and then over hers.)
Cyn. (desperately). If you will stop I will buy one.
Peter. You, madame? Never! I give this to you from the depths of a grateful heart. (Bows and places it on the table.) Just show it to your friends. (Abruptly changing the subject.) What room do I occupy?
Cyn. Why, come right up and see! (Goes toward the stairs followed by Peter.) The best room is taken but I guess I can satisfy you maybe.
Peter. Not the least doubt of it, madame. To be fortunate enough to secure a room in your house is like finding the dime in a birthday cake.
[They exeunt by stairs.
(Slight pause. Ariel enters, C., in a white linen dress, with a cap and sweater.)