Then I got my leaping-pole and run her under the window, and made my missus give me a pillow to stop the leak 'fore I could bale her out.

Then Jacob come, and we got the missus down and poled her along here, but was nearly swept by." "You're a good fellow, Hickathrift," cried the squire.

"Wife, get out some hollands; we're perished.

Have a glass, my man; and then we must go in the punt to Grimsey and get the Tallingtons out.

We're all right here, but Grimsey Farm will soon be flooded to the bed-room windows.
Light a lanthorn, some one, and put in a spare candle.