You can fetch it yourself." "Think I see myself!" Polly intervened.

"I'll go for it, Jinny." "What a little duck you are, Poll! But you shan't go alone.

I'll carry the candle." Tying on a petticoat over her bedgown, Polly took the ewer, and with Jinny as torch-bearer set forth.

There was still some noise in the public part of the house, beside the bar; but the passage was bare and quiet.

The girls crept mousily past the room occupied by the two young men, and after several false alarms and suppressed chirps reached the back door, and filled the jug at the tap of the galvanised-iron tank.
The return journey was not so successful.