A reporter called on a cotton broker one Sunday morning. The man received him in his dressing-room, and after their business talk was over the wonders of the house were taken up. The broker boasted about his Raphaels and hardwood floors, his light plant and French furniture, his gold-plated plumbing and Gobelins, but he boasted above all about his travelling bathtub.
　　

　　"It's onyx," he said, "a lovely golden shade, it runs by electricity, on tiny pneumatic tires, smooth and silent. Whenever I don't feel disposed to leave this room it comes in here to me filled, just as I like it, with genuine Atlantic Ocean, brought up from Coney Island and warmed to 80 degrees. It comes in any time I push this button."

　　"Push it now," said the reporter, curiously.

　　The button was pushed, the doors slid magically open, and the great onyx bath glided in stately silence into the room. But in it sat the millionaire's astonished wife.

　　一个星期天的早上，一个记者去拜访一位棉花经销商，那商人在他的穿衣间里接见了他。正事谈完后，他们就说起这商人豪宅里的新奇精品。这商人吹嘘他拥有的拉斐尔名画，他的栎木地板，他的私人发电设备和法国家具，他的镀金水管和法国绣毯，而他吹得最起劲的就是他那个可走动的浴缸了。

　　“它是缟玛瑙做的，是令人喜爱的金黄色。”他说，“装在电动的充气轮胎上，走起来平稳而毫无噪音；我不愿离开这个房间的时候，它就能到这里来将就我。而且还按照我的意愿灌满了从大西洋科尼岛运来的水，水温加热到华氏八十度。只要我一按这个键钮，它随时就会来。”

　　“那你现在就按一下看看，”记者有点好奇。

　　这商人就按了一下键钮，房门神奇地打开了，那个硕大的缟玛瑙浴缸就雍容肃穆地滑进房间。但是浴缸里面却坐着正在沐浴的惊惶失措的富商太太。