“Try that faucet there,” suggested the man, pointing to the largest one, of a number that adorned the shining bit of machinery.
Dorothy did so, forgetting to hold a cup under it. A stream of cold water spurted out.
“Wrong guess!” exclaimed the man. “I might have known, too. There’s a glass gage there, and I can see water in it now. I should have looked at that first. You might have been wet.”
“I’m not salt,” returned Dorothy, laughingly.
“More like sugar, I should say,” spoke the man. “Tut! Tut!” he exclaimed, as he saw a frown pass over Dorothy’s face. “No harm intended. Besides, I’m nearly old enough to be your father. Now about the coffee. I really need some and I haven’t much time to spare.”
“Suppose I try this faucet?” suggested Dorothy, and she put her hand on a second shining handle.
“Do,” begged the hungry man.
With a menacing hiss some hot water spurted out.
“Look out!” the hungry one called. “You’ll be burned!”
Dorothy got back out of the way just in time.