I was ensconced upon the commode awaiting developments, while idly looking around the bathroom. We had an old-style freestanding steel bathtub, then, its porcelain badly cracked. Two water lines, together with the heavier drainpipe, ran down from it and into cutouts in the floorboards. The hole for the hot water pipe was covered with a cheap, pot-metal dress ring about the thickness of a soap bubble, meant to hide the ragged edges of the linoleum. It failed sadly. The whereabouts of the other dress ring was never properly explained, but we always held out that it was communists what done...