“Tom is right, Stacy, and you will please not forget that your Uncle Sam is not to be trifled with. Follow the crowd and sit on your safety valve until we get clear of the Park,” advised Lieutenant Wingate.
“Pshaw!” grunted the fat boy. “Somebody is always taking the joy out of life. When do we see the geezers?”
“The what?” exclaimed the Overlanders in chorus.
“The geezers? The things that squirt up into the air?”
“Geezers! Geezers!” groaned Emma Dean. “This is too much.”
“You mean geysers, don’t you?” asked Grace after the laughter had subsided.
“Yes. Something of that sort. Is that what they call them?”
“Certainly, Stacy. Geysers,” nodded Grace.
“I thought it was geezers.”
“Your early education has been sadly neglected, I fear,” averred Tom Gray dryly.