Luckily there was no water in the ewer because we had forgotten it, only dust and spiders.

So we tied him up with the clothes-line from the back kitchen, and we had to hurry up, which was a pity for him.

We might have had him rescued by a devoted page if he hadn't been so tiresome.

In fact Noel was actually dressing up for the page when Albert-next-door kicked over the prison ewer.
We got a sheet of paper out of an old exercise-book, and we made H.O.
prick his own thumb, because he is our little brother and it is our duty to teach him to be brave.

We none of us mind pricking ourselves; we've done it heaps of times.