1 Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo Gals.
2 He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound.
3 The poor woman can hardly drag herself along, and she must now drag the pail home from the fountain.
Andersen's Fairy Tales By Hans Christian AndersenContext Highlight In THE DREAM OF LITTLE TUK 4 The bird hastened to fetch some water, but his pail fell into the well, and he after it, and as he was unable to recover himself, he was drowned.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MOUSE, THE BIRD, AND THE SAUSAGE 5 All his furniture consisted of a bed, a chair, a table, a pail, and a jug.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 15. Number 34 and Number 27. 6 The table and chair had nothing, the pail had once possessed a handle, but that had been removed.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 15. Number 34 and Number 27. 7 As she did so, the woman paused in her work and looked up curiously, resting her clenched red fists on the wet cloth she had just drawn from her pail.
8 The woman, without answering, pushed her pail aside, and continued to stare as Miss Bart swept by with a murmur of silken linings.
9 She heard our wagon, looked back over her shoulder, and, catching up her pail of water, started at a run for the hole in the bank.
10 The water which the youth handed to them in a tin pail was not cold to taste, but it was cool to her heated face, and it greatly revived and refreshed her.
11 He was very busy marshaling the little black vagabonds of tin cups and pouring into them the streaming iron colored mixture from a small and sooty tin pail.
12 Bulls which had always been tractable suddenly turned savage, sheep broke down hedges and devoured the clover, cows kicked the pail over, hunters refused their fences and shot their riders on to the other side.
13 You can't expect it brought to your door in a pail of water," said Mrs. Swithin, "as I remember when we were children, living in a house by the sea.
14 And a white circle marked the place where the slop pail had stood by the washstand.
15 He made fast the pail to the long coil of rope, put it over the wheel, and allowed it to descend by letting the rope slip through his hands.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 3: 3 The First Act in a Timeworn Drama