Yes, yes.

And you wiped 'em on--what ?" "Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't see any towels in sight, except that one on the door; and, for various reasons, I judged that wasn't a dish towel." "Good judgment.

'Tisn't.

Go on." "So I hunted around, and in the closet in the parlor, or living room, or whatever you call it, I found a whole stack of things that looked like towels; so I used one of those." "Is this it ?" Seth picked up a damp and bedraggled cloth from the table.
"That's it.

I should have hung it up somewhere, I suppose.