OF US, A HARP AND A SPANISH JUG 9 

 the dining-room, a prey to agitated thoughts, dis- 

 covered my wife in the act of filling the Spanish 

 Jug with water from a glass vessel of common 

 shape. 



" There ! " she said, standing back and surveying 

 it fondly, " now wasn't it worth a little trouble ? 

 It will always stand here" and she set it on a 

 shelf "filled, so that you will have sweet, cold 

 water to drink whenever you want it. And there 

 is a glass to stand beside it." With these words 

 she hurried off to her bedroom to unpack the 

 American trunk. 



Ten minutes later, having done my best to allay 

 the detestation of four fellow-creatures, I returned 

 to the dining-room. I was hot and tired. For it 

 was not only by money that I had curried favour 

 with those men. I had helped with the harp-case. 

 I was, I say, hot and tired. 



My eye fell upon the Spanish Jug and its 

 attendant glass. 



The words " sweet, cold water " recurred to me. 



I possessed myself of the Spanish Jug. 



I tilted it above its glass. 



Nothing happened. I said : " The nozzle is 

 blocked up." 



I blew into the nozzle. 



A sound resembling the hollow roar of the 

 wind in a sea-cave resulted. 



