She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices all talking together: she made out the words: "Where's the other ladder? -- Why, I hadn't to bring but one; Bill's got the other -- Bill! Fetch it here, lad! -- Here, put 'em up at this corner -- No, tie 'em together first -- they don't reach half high enough yet -- Oh! they'll do well enough; don't be particular -- Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope -- Will the roof bear? -- Mind that loose slate -- Oh, it's coming down! Heads below!" (a loud crash) -- "Now, who did that? -- It was Bill, I fancy -- Who's to go down the chimney? -- -Nay, I shan't! You do it! -- That I won't, then! -- Bill's to go down -- Here, Bill! the master says you've to go down the chimney!"