Toast it is.

Trust yours truly.
You keep her out a-viewin' the scenery for half an hour." "And Billy, a big pitcher of hot water.

They can't live without hot water in the morning, those Old Country people." "Sure thing, Doc.

A tub if you like." "No, a pitcher will do." At this point a long drawn whistle sounded through the still morning air.
"There she goes, Doc.

She has struck the grade.