The guide nodded.
“In ‘Old Faithful’?”
“No, no!” objected the guide. “You mustn’t fool with her. The old lady objects to bein’ fooled with and she might take it out on you. I’ll show you a basin where you can do your washin’ to-morrow mornin’, but you mustn’t let anyone see you because the Park guards might not like it.”
“That will be fine,” smiled the fat boy. “Who else wishes to do washing?”
“Oh, we might as well all come in, if your experiment is a success,” promised Tom.
“Miss Dean, do you wish to let Nature wash your clothes for you to-morrow?” questioned Stacy.
“I thank you, no. I am quite able to do my own laundry work. Happily I am not so indolent as some persons I know of.”
“Oh, well. I don’t know that I care. It is my patent anyway. Say, Jim, how long will it take to do the washing in the geyser?”
“Well, I reckon that depends on the clothes,” said the guide, grinning broadly.
Stacy said he believed his were pretty well soiled after his experience on Electric Peak.