And applying his black beard to the
pitcher, he took a draught much more moderate in quantity than his encomium seemed to warrant.
Then the husband, bidding farewell to all his friends, stretched himself upon another bier, upon which were laid seven little loaves of bread and a
pitcher of water, and he also was let down-down-down to the depths of the horrible cavern, and then a stone was laid over the opening, and the melancholy company wended its way back to the city.
In a short time he reached the stream, filled his
pitcher with water, and turned round again.
From all I have said thou wilt gather, Sancho, that there must be a difference between master and man, between lord and lackey, between knight and squire: so that from this day forward in our intercourse we must observe more respect and take less liberties, for in whatever way I may be provoked with you it will be bad for the
pitcher.
I have no room that even your steed would deign to accept, Sir Knight; and naught save a crust of bread and
pitcher of water.
The second was the man's conventional abode, or rather sleeping-place; it contained a few poor articles of household furniture -- a bed, a table, two chairs, a stone
pitcher -- and some dry herbs, hung up to the ceiling, which the count recognized as sweet pease, and of which the good man was preserving the seeds; he had labelled them with as much care as if he had been master botanist in the Jardin des Plantes.
Then, as he was just entering the town, she came towards him in the likeness of a little girl carrying a
pitcher.
Poyser said, a jewel to look after the poultry; but her stolid face showed nothing of this maternal delight, any more than a brown earthenware
pitcher will show the light of the lamp within it.
Upon awaking, and stretching forth an arm, I found beside me a loaf and a
pitcher with water.
Then Clever Elsie took the
pitcher from the wall, went into the cellar, and tapped the lid briskly as she went, so that the time might not appear long.
At the end of a fairly hard day's work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one's room, to pull the mattress off one's bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a
pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucers, with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when these alterations were effected, Mary felt a lightness of spirit come to her, as if she had put off the stout stuff of her working hours and slipped over her entire being some vesture of thin, bright silk.
On the table were a loaf of black bread, an earthenware jar containing honey, a
pitcher of milk and two drinking horns.
