porridge-pot

Updated: May 31, 2025

Waverley assured the prudent page that he would be cautious; and as he now distinguished, not indeed the ringing of bells, but the tinkling of something like a hammer against the side of an old mossy, green, inverted porridge-pot that hung in an open booth, of the size and shape of a parrot's cage, erected to grace the east end of a building resembling an old barn, he asked Callum Beg if it were Sunday.

Sir Walter Scott - Waverley

They were wooden spoons; if they had been silver ones, the naughty old Woman would have put them in her pocket. "Somebody has been at my porridge!" said the Middle Bear in his middle voice. Then the Little, Small, Wee Bear looked at his, and there was the spoon in the porridge-pot, but the porridge was all gone. "Somebody has been at my porridge, and has eaten it all up!"

- English Fairy Tales