For the sake of the wee bairns we went without milk for our tea and coffee, and scarce minded it.

Aye, in a thousand little ways that had not seemed to us to matter at all we were deprived and harried and hounded.
Noo, what I'm thinking sae often is just this.

We had a great problem to meet in the winning of the war.

We solved it, though it was greater than any of those we were wont to call insoluble.

Are there no problems left?
There's the slum.