But in the doorway he halted, aghast.
The lights had not been turned on; but even the dim windows showed that the polished floor gave back reflections no floor-polish had ever equalled.

It was a gently steaming lake, from an eighth to a quarter of an inch deep.

And Carlie realized that he had forgotten to turn off the faucets in the bathroom.
For a moment, his savoir faire deserted him, and he was filled with ordinary, human-boy panic.

Then, at a sound of voices behind him, he lost his head and rushed into the bathroom.

It was dark, but certain sensations and the splashing of his pumps warned him that the water was deeper in there.