The moment she let go of it, however, it fell with a tremendous bang.
"One of the old-fashioned kind, you might know," declared Thankful.

"No weights nor nothin'.

We'll have to prop it up with a stick.

You wait where you are and I'll go get one.

There's what's left of a woodpile out back here; that's where that crate came from." She hastened away and was back in a moment with a stout stick.