"Something you want me to furnish money to make a muddle of, I suppose?" said she.
"Well, yes, if it pleases you," and here Ned produced the drawing of the fire-extinguisher. "And now I want to tell you, Aunty, that this is not my own invention, but my brother's; and I think it's about the best that he's ever made."
"U-m-m-m," said Aunt Mercy.
Ned then proceeded to explain the drawing.
"I see it all quite plainly," said Aunt Mercy, when he had finished. "My house takes fire——"
"I hope not," said Ned.
"The alarm is given, and this thing is brought out——"
"Just so," said Ned.
"In about a minute it is clapped right down over the house——"
"Precisely," said Ned.