be, Dad," Jim said, "but you want to get down from there
fast, don't you? OK! Here we go!"

* * * * *

So, Jim turned the water on and in a few minutes of course, I was
soaked through my bathrobe and pajamas, right to the skin. Johnny was
looking through the window laughing fit to kill, and with a look of
horror on her face, Mary was watching the water cascading across the
ceiling and down into the room. Jim and Professor Jordan were watching
me like hawks. Waiting for me to fall, I guess. Fortunately the
weather was warm, because the water certainly wasn't. This must have
gone on for an hour, but it apparently wasn't, because when they
turned the water off, Jim said to the professor, "I hope you timed
that, sir. I forgot to."

The professor had, and it turned out to be about ten minutes. He
looked up at me, "Do you feel any lighter?"

"What do you mean, lighter?"

He grinned. "I mean can you push yourself away from the ceiling?"

I rolled over on my side and tried to push. By golly! I _did_ seem to
move a little easier! "I may be a little lighter, Professor, or maybe
it's my imagination, but turn that hose on again!"

Splat! On it came, and it's been on and off and on and off for, let
me see, this must be the third day now. And I don't mind telling you
I'm not going to need a bath for at least two months when I get down.
When I get down! Do you know where I am right now? I'm about two feet
from the ceiling, which puts me still ten feet from the floor ...
hanging there in the air like the assistant to an Indian fakir! Only
this is no trick.

Oh, it's not so bad now; I'm wearing swimming trunks and Jim and
Professor Jordan with the assistance of Johnny and Mary, rigged a sort
of trough arrangement to carry the 'charged' water out of the window
and up into the sky. The water that didn't pick up a charge and fell
to the floor is being pumped out the window with a hand pump. Oh, yes,
they had to dam up the doorway to keep the rest of the house from
being inundated. And I shudder every time I think how much damage has
been done to Jim's bedroom. I'm coming down though, slowly, and
Professor Jordan has it figured that at the present rate it's going to
take five to six more days. I don't know how he came to that
conclusion, but I sure hope he's right and hasn't underestimated. The
constant soaking has my skin looking like damp corduroy. All over too.

What about the transformer and pla