"Oh, I know," David cried. "It's for the dirty water that the pots and pans have been washed in; the soapy water."
"That's just right, Davie."
"Well," David said, "why do they have to be lying down to do it? I should think they'd rather do it standing up or sitting down."
At that, one of the men poked his head out and smiled at David.
"You got that just right, too," he said; "but here's where it has to go, and there's no other way that I know of."
"The pipe has to be under the sink, Davie, for the water to run into it," the foreman said. "Now come on, and we'll go upstairs again."
So the foreman and David went up the back stairs very slowly and carefully, for there were rough boards on those stairs, too; and they went through a door and through the upstairs hall, and through another door into a small square room.
The foreman said that that room would be the bathroom. No plaster was on the walls yet, but the laths were all on. And there wasn't any bathtub yet, nor any basin; only some pipes sticking up out of the floor.
And David saw the bodies and the legs of two more men.
These men had their heads and shoulders through a great square hole in the floor, and their bodies and their legs were lying on the floor and sticking out straight.