kettle and a saucepan full of water on the stove to use as the water
from the copper cooled.

I took a roomy, hard-bottomed kitchen chair into the bathroom; on it I
placed a carefully scraped, cleared, and filled pipe, matches, more
tobacco, tooth-brush, saucer with a lump of whiting and salt, piece of
looking-glass--to see progress of the teeth--and knife for finger and
toe nails. And I knocked up a few three-inch iron nails in the wall
to hang things on. I placed a clean suit of pyjamas over the back of
the chair, and over them the towels.

I arranged with the landlady to have a good cup of coffee made, as she
knows how to make it, ready to hand in round the edge of the door when
I should be in the bath. There's nothing in that. I've been with her
for years, and on account of the canvas it would be just the same as
if I were in bed. On second thought I asked her to hand in some toast
--or bread and butter and bloater paste--at the same time. I fed the
fire with judgment, and the copper boiled just as the last blaze died
down. I got a pail and carried the water to the bath, pouring it in
through the opening at the head. The last few pints I dipped into the
pail with a cup. I covered the opening with a towel to keep the steam
and heat in until I was ready. I got the boiling water from the
kitchen into the bucket, covered it with another towel, and stood it
in a handy corner in the bathroom.

I made an opening, turned on the cold water, and commenced to undress.
I hung my clothes on the wall, till morning, for I intended to go
straight from the bath to bed in my pyjamas and to lie there reading.

I turned off the cold water tap to be sure, lifted the towel off, and