Frigidaire

He [...] had everything necessary to the Modern Man, / A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.

“Have you seen Kipper?” I wouldn't say she snorted, but she certainly sniffed. “Bertie,” she said in a voice straight from the frigidaire, “will you do me a favour?” “Of course. What?” “Don't mention that rat's name in my presence,” she said, and pushed off, the eyelids still weary.

Carpets were spread, divans appeared, as also the latest creation from Italy, a portable frigidaire which held countless bowls of sorbet and iced lemon tea.