"Do you mean I can go home?" shouted Toad.
"Oh, I will sleep at Toad Hall again!"
Toad jumped up and down.
"Shh," the jailer's daughter said.
She looked around.
"I have an aunt who is a washwoman.
My aunt does the prison wash," she said.
"What a hard job!" said Toad.
"And for the whole prison too!
Think of all the dirty clothes!"
"Quiet, Toad," the daughter said. "Listen!"
She continued, "Since you are rich . . ."
"Well, I am rich," said Toad.
"If you give her some money," she said,
"my aunt will give you her dress and bonnet."
"Why would I want her old dress?" said Toad.
"To escape!" she said.
"You can pretend to be her!"
Toad was surprised.
"Me? Dress like a washwoman?
I am Toad of Toad Hall!" said Toad.
He proudly shook his head.
The jailer's daughter got angry.
"Maybe you can escape in a coach!" she shouted.
"A coach with four horses!"
She opened the door to leave.
"I'm sorry," Toad said.
"You are so nice.
And I am a stupid toad."
The jailer's daughter stopped.
"Introduce me to your aunt," said Toad.