Then the same child who had pushed it up could have swung the teak door wide.
Rosemary, growing momentarily thirstier herself as she thought of the probable torture of the prisoner, walked down to the spring and filled a dipper, as she had done half a dozen times a day since she first arrived.

She had carried almost all her own and her father's water, for Joanna was generally sleeping somewhere out of view, and no other body-servant had been provided for her.

There was a fairly big brass pitcher by the spring.

She filled it.

Nobody noticed her.
Then she recalled that nobody would notice her if she were to carry the brass pitcher in the direction of her room, for she had done that often.
She picked it up, and she reached the end of the veranda with it without having called attention to herself.