144. History of Gutta-Percha Willie.

where his father’s horses lived, close to the parson’s
garden; and in the corner, at the foot of the wall,
was a drain; so that all he had to do was to fit
another spout to this, at right angles to it, and
carry it over the wall.

“You needn’t take any water up for me to-
night, Tibby,” he said, as he went in to supper, for
he had already filled his bath.

“Nonsense, Willie,” returned Tibbie, still out of
temper because of the mess at the door. “ Your
papa says you must have your bath, and my poor
old bones must ache for ’t.”

“The bath’s filled already. If you put in
one other pailful, it’ll run over when I get into
it. ”

“Now, don’t you ois tricks with me, Willie. I
wont have any more of your joking,” returned
Tibbie,

Nettled at the way she took the information
with which he had hoped to please her, he left her
to carry up her pail of water; but it was the
last, and she thanked him very kindly the next
day.

The only remaining question was how to get rid
of the bath-water. But he soon contrived a sink
on the top step of the stair outside the door, which
was a little higher than the wall of the stable-yard.
From there a short pipe was sufficient to carry that
water also over into the drain.