That night, the jailer’s daughter returned.
Her aunt was with her.
The aunt carried a big bag.
"Here, Mr. Toad!" said the washwoman.
"I have your clothes."
"And here is something for you!" said Toad.
He gave her four gold coins.
The old woman opened the bag.
"Here’s my old dress and an apron," she said.
She gave Toad a shawl and a bonnet too.
"Now you must tie me up," said the washwoman.
"What?" asked Toad, surprised.
The washwoman explained.
"People will think you did it," she said.
"I don’t want them to know I helped you."
"What a wonderful idea!" said Toad.
"You are a very clever woman.
Everyone will think I’m dangerous!"
Toad tied up the washwoman.
"Now," said the jailer’s daughter,
"it’s your turn, Toad.
Take off your coat."
She helped Toad put on the dress and apron.
"Here’s the shawl," she said. "And the bonnet!"
Toad looked at himself.
"I don’t look so dangerous now," he said sadly.
"You look just like my aunt!" the daughter said.
"Will it work?" Toad asked.
"Just act like an old washwoman.
And don’t talk so much," said the jailer’s daughter.
"Good-bye, Toad," she said. "And good luck."