Matilda pulled up the rope and hooked the handle of the bucket on to the end of it.
Then she lowered it until she heard a splash and the rope went slack.
She pulled it up again and lo and behold, there was water in the bucket.
“Is this enough?” she asked, carrying it in. “Just about,” Miss Honey said.
“I don't suppose you've ever done that before?” “Never,” Matilda said. “It's fun.”
“How do you get enough water for your bath?” “I don't take a bath,” Miss Honey said. “I wash standing up.”
“I get a bucketful of water and I heat it on this little stove and I strip and wash myself all over.”
“Do you honestly do that?” Matilda asked. “Of course I do,” Miss Honey said.
Every poor person in England used to wash that way until not so very long ago. And they didn't have a Primus.”
They had to heat the water over the fire in the hearth.”
“Are you poor, Miss Honey?” “Yes,” Miss Honey said. “Very. It's a good little stove, isn't it?”
The Primus was roaring away with a powerful blue flame and already the water in the saucepan was beginning to bubble.
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