As the business of sending off the water grew, the old Squire kept a hired man at the spring and the shed to look after the kegs and to draw the water.
His name was James Doane.

He had been with the old Squire six years and as a rule was a trustworthy man and a good worker.

He had one failing: occasionally, although not very often, he would get drunk.
So firm was the old Squire's faith in the water that we drew a supply of it to the house every second morning.

Addison fitted up a little "water room" in the farmhouse L, and we kept water there in large bottles, cooled, for drinking.

The water seemed to do us good, for we were all unusually healthy that summer.