"I hate to tell you this, Mother," Jim said, "But if Professor Jordan is going to do what I think he's going to do, you're not going to be very happy about it. Neither is Dad."
"But we hope to get Mr. Wilson down," the professor said, "Even though it may get a little damp in here."
"If you can get Ralph down, I won't mind how damp it gets," said Mary. And turning to Johnny, who was standing open-mouthed, "Johnny, will you hook up the hose?"
"Yes, Johnny, and run it through the window so it'll come inside the room," Jim explained, quickly.
This whole thing sounded like Greek to me, but by now I had recovered from the sputtering spell, and if a garden hose run through the bedroom window would get me down I was certainly in favor of it. "Will this garden hose scheme you both seem to have thought of really work?"
"We hope so, Dad. It's going to make a mess in my room, but it's worth a try."
"What do I do, climb down it?"
"In effect you do," said the professor. "We'll know in a little while, I hope."
"Will someone unhook the screen?" Johnny was outside.