And the neighbors all think we're crazy!" The old Squire, however, rubbed his hands with a smile of satisfaction.
"I call it rather fine.

I guess we are going to like it," he said.
Like it we did, certainly.

Bathing was no longer an ordeal, but a delight.

There was plenty of warm water; you had only to pick your tub, enter your cubicle and shut the door.

Bethesda, with its Granger furnace and big water heater, was a veritable household joy.
"Ruth," the old Squire said, "all I'm sorry for is that I didn't do this thirty years ago.