LOIS: (_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. JULIE: (_Complacent again_) All right. Get out! LOIS: (_Haughtily_) Huh! (JULIE _turns on the cold water and with her finger directs a parabolic stream at_ LOIS. LOIS _retires quickly, slamming the door after her._ JULIE _laughs and turns off the water_) JULIE: (Singing) When the Arrow-collar man Meets the D’jer-kiss girl On the smokeless Sante Fé Her Pebeco smile Her Lucile style De dum da-de-dum one day-- (_She changes to a whistle and leans forward to turn on the taps, but is startled by three loud banging noises in the pipes. Silence for a moment--then she puts her mouth down near the spigot as if it were a telephone_) JULIE: Hello! (_No answer_) Are you a plumber? (_No answer_) 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 mouth down close to the spigot_) If you’re the plumber that’s a mean trick. Turn it on for a fellow. (_Two loud, hollow bangs_) Don’t argue! I want water--water! _Water_! (_A young man’s head appears in the window--a head decorated with a slim mustache and sympathetic eyes. These last stare, and though they can see nothing but many fishermen with nets and much crimson ocean, they decide him to speak_) THE YOUNG MAN: Some one fainted? JULIE: (_Starting up, all ears immediately_) Jumping cats! THE YOUNG MAN: (_Helpfully_) Water’s no good for fits. JULIE: Fits! Who said anything about fits! THE YOUNG MAN: You said something about a cat jumping. JULIE: (_Decidedly_) I did not! THE YOUNG MAN: Well, we can talk it over later, Are you ready to go out? Or do you still feel that if you go with me just now everybody will gossip? JULIE: (_Smiling_) Gossip! Would they? It’d be more than gossip--it’d be a regular scandal. THE YOUNG MAN: Here, you’re going it a little strong. Your family might be somewhat disgruntled--but to the pure all things are suggestive. No one else would even give it a thought, except a few old women. Come on. JULIE: You don’t know what you ask. THE YOUNG MAN: Do you imagine we’d have a crowd following us? JULIE: A crowd? There’d be a special, all-steel, buffet train leaving New York hourly. THE YOUNG MAN: Say, are you house-cleaning? JULIE: Why? THE YOUNG MAN: I see all the pictures are off the walls. JULIE: Why, we never have pictures in this room. THE YOUNG MAN: Odd, I never heard of a room without pictures or tapestry or panelling or something. JULIE: There’s not even any furniture in here. THE YOUNG MAN: What a strange house! JULIE: It depend on the angle you see it from.