bread-an'-water

Updated: May 26, 2025

Tom?" said Bob, regretfully. "Now don't say so 'cause you think I want 'em. I aren't a poor chap. My mother gets a good penn'orth wi' picking feathers an' things; an' if she eats nothin' but bread-an'-water, it runs to fat. An' I'm such a lucky chap; an' I doubt you aren't quite so lucky, Mr. Tom, th' old master isn't, anyhow, an' so you might take a slice o' my luck, an' no harm done. Lors!

George Eliot - The Mill on the Floss