"You finished off the top of that part very smoothly," complimented Helen.
"When it's stiff enough you take out the candle and smooth the inside. Here's where I'm stumped. I haven't got enough clay for a handle."
"How do you make the handle?"
"Pat out another snake and make a hoop attached to the holder and another one rolling up on to the lip of the saucer."
"As if the serpent were trying to put his tail into his mouth."
"I shall have to just smooth this over with a soft brush and wrap it up in a wet cloth until I get some more clay. If I let it get hard I can't finish it."
"What's that drip, Dorothy?" asked Helen, as a drop of water fell on the table before her.
They all looked at the ceiling where drops of water were assembling and beginning to fall with a soft splash. There was a scramble to get their work out of the way. Dorothy brought a salad bowl and placed it where it would catch the water and then ran to investigate the cause of the trouble.
At a cry from upstairs Helen and the Ethels ran to her help. Roger went to the foot of the stairs and called up to inquire if they wanted his assistance. Evidently they did, for he, too, disappeared. In a few minutes he re-appeared bearing Dicky in his arms—a Dicky sopping wet and much subdued.
"What in the world?" everybody questioned.