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Updated: June 18, 2025
'Rin, Betty, for the cakes. An' fess a loaf o' white breid; we canna bide for the parritch. Robert fell to his breakfast, and while he ate somewhat ravenously he told his grandmother the adventures of the night, and introduced the question whether he might not ask Ericson to stay a few days with him.
"Min' ye pit saut eneuch in't the day, Grizzie," he said. "It was unco wersh yesterday." "I had nane last nicht, ye min'," answered Cosmo, "I was oot a' the evenin'." "An' whaur got ye yer supper?" "Ow, I didna want nane. Hoot! I'm forgettin'! Aggie gied me a quarter o' breid as I cam by, or rather as I cam awa', efter giein' her a han' wi' her algebra."
Doobtless the rascal ran awa and left her to fen for hersel; naebody would help her; and she had to beg the breid for hersel, and the drap milk for the bairnie; sae that at last she lost hert and left it, jist as Hagar left hers aneath the buss i' the wilderness afore God shawed her the bonny wall o' watter." "I kenna whilk o' them was the warst father or mither!" cried Maggie.
Ye see, I wasna that sharp-set the day, sae I had jist a mou'fu' o' breid and cheese. I'm turnin' hungry, noo, I maun confess. The doctor rang the bell. 'You must stop and dine with me. Johnston, he continued, as his servant entered, 'tell the cook that I have a gentleman to dinner with me to-day, and she must be liberal. 'Guidsake, sir! said Robert, 'dinna set the woman agen me.
Here hae ye been stickin' yer bit water-wheel i' the mids o' ane o' the Lord's burns, and the Lord has ca'd it roon and roon for you and yer forbears aboon a hunner yer, and ye've grun' yer breid oot o' 't, and the breid o' yer bairns, and noo whan it's i' the Lord's gait, and he maun hae mair room to sen' doon the waters frae his hills, ye grummle an' compleen at the spate that's been foreordeen't frae the verra black mirk o' eternity.
And wherewithal shall we be clothed? But as he lay and devoured the new 'white breid, his satisfaction the bare delight of his animal existence reached a pitch such as even this imagination, stinted with poverty, and frost-bitten with maternal oppression, had never conceived possible.
Malison turned as white as a sheet with venomous rage. Indeed, the hopelessness of the situation had made Alec speak with too much nonchalance. Anxious to curry favour, the third youngster now called out, "Sandy Forbes gart her gang an' fess a loaf o' white breid."
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