Hugo moved to the window, looked out, and started violently.
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed.
He gaped down at the group below. Mr. Carmody and colleagues had now discarded the skipping ropes and were performing some unpleasant-looking bending and stretching exercises, holding their hands above their heads and swinging painfully from what one may loosely term their waists. It was a spectacle well calculated to astonish any nephew.
"How long has he got to go on like that?" asked Hugo, awed.
Doctor Twist looked at his watch.
"They'll be quitting soon now. Then a cold shower and rub down, and they'll be through till lunch."
"Cold shower?"
"Yes."
"You mean to say you make my uncle Lester take cold shower baths?"
"That's right."