To say anything then would be to pour cold water by the bucket over his enthusiasms.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
She turned her back squarely toward him, started down the path, and remembered that she had not filled the water bucket, and that without it she could not consistently return to the house.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
An arm is seen putting a bucket into the room.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell