“She’s a lalapazuza!” Howard shouted, throwing his cap in the air.
“All we have to do now is to fit on her silk dress,” said Harry.
This was quickly done. They cut the silk into strips wide enough to span two rib-spaces. Each strip was turned under the forward bar, which was smeared with glue, then tacked with copper tacks and pulled tightly to the after bar, where it was also fastened. The edges of the strips met at every second rib, where glue was also smeared and the overlapping edges tacked down.
“There was some kind of a thin moulding running along over the ribs on Goodwin’s machine,” said Harry, thoughtfully.
“Harry, was there anything about Goodwin’s machine that you didn’t see?” asked Mac. “Your beautiful gray eyes are certainly wonders for seeing things.”
Harry, ignoring the compliment, departed, and presently reappeared with a felt duffel bag.
“That’s mine,” said Matthew Reed. “What are you going to do with that?”
“I’m going to attach it,” said Harry.
“Attach it to what?”
“Attach it in the interest of science. Now, Matthew, don’t cut up and be naughty at the last minute. You know you have two of these.”