That well 'll be the ruin of us all with cold and coughs." "You'll be glad enough of it to-night, Tibbie," said Willie, laughing prophetically.
"A likely story!" she returned, quite cross.

"It'll be into the house if you don't stop it." "I'll soon do that," said Willie.
Neither he nor Sandy had thought what would become of the water after it had traversed the chamber.

There it was pouring down from the end of the wooden spout, just clearing the tarred roof of the spiral stair, and plashing on the ground close to the foot of it; in their eagerness they had never thought of where it would run to next.

And now Willie was puzzled.

Nothing was easier than to stop it for the present, which of course he ran at once to do; but where was he to send it?
Thinking over it, however, he remembered that just on the other side of the wall was the stable 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 tonight, 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.