“I know,” said Mr. Campion happily. “You haven’t got a bathroom.”
She looked at them wistfully, and wrinkled her nose engagingly.
“Does it really matter—awfully?”
“Not in the least!” said Eager-Wright, who was quite prepared to forswear baths for ever and a day should she desire it. “I could always get the water,” he continued helpfully. “I mean, if you showed me where the copper was and all that sort of thing.”
“I tell you what,” said Amanda with sudden enthusiasm, “we could have a pump from the copper all worked by electricity. Scatty and I have got some marvellous gadgets. You’ll have to see them. How long can you stay?”
“A week,” said Campion quickly, before Eager-Wright could engage the room for life.
“Oh, well, that’s splendid,” she said. “Are the others like you? Oh, and will
