“The maids in the kitchen, your honor, say there’s not so much hot water ready.”
“Did I not see it a moment since in your hand?”
“Yes, sir; but that’s not nigh the full o’ the stable-bucket.”
“Go along, you stupid thief, and get me some hot water directly.”
“Will the can do, sir?”
“Ay, anything, so you make haste.”
Off posted Andy, and back he came with the can.
“Where’ll I put it, sir?”
“Throw this out,” said the squire, handing Andy a jug containing some cold water, meaning the jug to be replenished with the hot.
Andy took the jug, and the window of the room being open, he very deliberately threw the jug out. The squire stared with wonder, and at last said: