“They always gives me bath salts,” complained Nobby. “And bath soap and bubble bath and herbal bath lumps and tons of bath stuff and I can’t think why, ‘cos it’s not as if I hardly ever has a bath. You’d think they’d take the hint, wouldn’t you?”
“But the truth was the drain had made him very slimy, and it was necessary for him to take a bath and sprinkle himself with a bit of his mother’s violet water before he felt himself again.”
“The piglets took as long as they could having their baths and made a great many puddles and splashes in the bathroom, but at last Mother Pig got them upstairs.”
″‘Do you think we’re going to leave this bath now?’ said Beaver Hateman, going menacingly to to Uncle.
‘Yes, I do!’
‘Well, you’re jolly well wrong! I’m going to stay here all night, if I want to!‘”