“Worm!”
“White-livered coyote!”
The taps were turned off and there followed an awesome splash. Then it rained water for a moment beyond the door; afterward there was a steady churning sound as from the wheel of a Sound steamer. John tried cajolery.
“Davy! Dear Davy! Booful Davy!”
“Go ’way,” yelled the bather.
“Please don’t be angry, Davy! Tell me, Davy, what shall I do?”
“Go see him.”
“Oh ... would you?”
“Yep.”
“Will you come along?”