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and jug. The empty pail was not too heavy for him; he slung it up wobbling over the head of Tommy Brock.
Surely there never was such a sleeper! Mr. Tod got up and down,
down and up on the chair.
As he could not lift the whole pailful of water at once, he fetched a
milk jug, and ladled quarts of water into the pail by degrees. The
pail got fuller and fuller, and swung like a pendulum. Occasionally
a drop splashed over; but still Tommy Brock snored regularly and
never moved,—except one eye.