Pailful

Here's neither buſh, nor ſhrub to beare off any weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it ſing ith' winde: yond ſame blacke cloud, yond huge one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would ſhed his licquor: if it ſhould thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond ſame cloud cannot chooſe but fall by paile-fuls.

Some say that instead of a bowl of milk on the table, it was a pailful on the kitchen-floor fresh from the cow.

McGrath's lounge was a vast brownish room, with a beige ceiling of heavy plaster divided into squares […] and finally swabbed with pailfuls of gilt.