"Where do you want it, gents?" inquired the foreman.
"Where do we want what?"
"The shower-bath."
"Shower—I didn't order a shower-bath!"
"No; but we aim to make it as pleasant for you as we can."
"If there is anything I abhor, it's a shower-bath!" exclaimed the athlete.
"You just got to have one. Mr. Fresno said all this gymnasium lacked was a shower-bath, a pair of scales, and a bulletin-board. He said you'd sure need a bath after workin' that chest- developer. We ain't got no scales, nor no board, but we'll toggle up some sort of a bath for you. The blacksmith's makin' a squirter to go on the bar'l."
"Very well, put it wherever you wish. I sha'n't use it."
"I wouldn't overlook nothin', if I was you," said Willie, in even milder tones than Stover had used.
"You overwhelm me with these little attentions," retorted Mr.
Speed.