Have you got any hot water?
I'll use this tub at the cistern.

Please give me some soap and towels." Instead Margaret pushed by him with a shriek.

Billy had played by producing a cord from his pocket, and having tied the tails of Margaret's white kittens together, he had climbed on a box and hung them across the clothes line.

Wild with fright the kittens were clawing each other to death, and the air was white with fur.

The string had twisted and the frightened creatures could not recognize friends.