As to the jug, he could empty it upon the ground and be done with that particular form of torture.

But he felt sure that Josephine was secretly "keeping cases" on the jug; and Ford was stubborn.
That night Ford did not respond to the tinkle of the tea bell.

His head ached abominably, and he did not want to see Josephine's averted face opposite him at the table.

He lay still upon the bed where he had finally thrown himself, and let the bell tinkle until it was tired.
They sent Buddy in to see why he did not come.

Buddy looked at him with the round, curious eyes of precocious childhood and went back and reported that Ford wasn't asleep, but was just lying there mad.