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 Inside the house there was a great crash and splash, and the noise of a pail rolling over and over.

But no screams. Mr. Tod was mystified; he sat quite still, and listened attentively. Then he peeped in at the window. The water was dripping from the bed, the pail had rolled into a corner.

In the middle of the bed, under the blanket, was a wet something—much flattened in the middle, where the pail had caught it (as it were across the tummy). Its head was covered by the wet blanket, and it was not snoring any longer.

There was nothing stirring, and no sound except the drip, drop, drop, drip, of water trickling from the mattress. 75