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 : All right. You've made your own—bath-tub; you can lie in it.


 * (In alarm) Hey! Hey! I don't care about the k'mono, but I want the towel. I can't dry myself on a piece of soap and a wet wash-rag.


 * (Obstinately). I won't humor such a creature. You'll have to dry yourself the best way you can. You can roll on the floor like the animals do that don't wear any clothes.


 * (Complacent again) All right. Get out!


 * (Haughtily) Huh!


 * (Singing)

Are you the water department? (One loud, hollow bang) What do you want? (No answer) I believe you're a ghost. Are you? (No answer) Well, then, stop banging. (She reaches out and turns on the warm tap. No water flows. Again she puts her
 * Hello! (No answer) Are you a plumber? (No answer)