“I’ve had my sleep out, anyhow.”
“I haven’t.”
“Well, get up and come in here, won’t you?”
“I suppose I might as well,” grumbled Fitz; “you won’t let me sleep any more.”
Then, appearing in the doorway and rubbing his pop eyes and blinking: “Now, what do you want?”
“First, I want to know what kind of a light this is,” indicating the little black cone.
“Why, it’s an electric light, of course,” Fitz Mee made answer, in a tone that showed his wonder and surprise that Bob should ask such a question.
“I don’t see how it can be, I don’t see any wires.”
“Wires?” chuckled Fitz. “We don’t need any wires.”