He reached up and put the end of rope, with the hook, over the head of the tester bed, where the curtains ought to hang.
(Mr. Tod's curtains were folded up, and put away, owing to the
house being unoccupied. So was the counterpane. Tommy Brock
was covered with a blanket only.) Mr. Tod standing on the unsteady
chair looked down upon him attentively; he really was a first prize
It seemed as though nothing would waken him—not even the
flapping rope across the bed.
Mr. Tod descended safely from the chair, and endeavoured to get up
again with the pail of water. He intended to hang it from the hook,
dangling over the head of Tommy Brock, in order to make a sort of
shower-bath, worked by a string, through the window.
But naturally being a thin-legged person (though vindictive and
sandy whiskered)—he was quite unable to lift the heavy weight to
the level of the hook and rope. He very nearly overbalanced himself.
The snores became more and more apoplectic. One of Tommy Brock's hind legs twitched under the blanket, but still he slept on
Mr. Tod and the pail descended from the chair without accident. After considerable thought, he emptied the water into a wash-basin