An attendant, clad in short, white running pants, spied him and came bounding through the spray.
"Hey, mister, why don't you take your clothes off?"
"Can't find it," replied Mr. Braddy.
"Can't find what?" the attendant demanded.
"Thirry-sizz."
"Thirry sizz?"
"Yep, thirry-sizz."
"Aw, he means room number thoity-six," said a voice from under one of the showers.
The attendant conducted Mr. Braddy up and down the white rabbit warren, across an avenue, through a lane, and paused at last before No. 36. Mr. Braddy went in, and the attendant followed.
"Undress you, mister?"