A reckless spirit of defiance possessed her, as of a gambler who throws good money after bad.

They should have a mad revelry to-night--the two loaves should be eaten at once.

One (minus a hunk for father's supper) would hardly satisfy six voracious appetites.

Solomon and Rachel, irrepressibly excited by the sight of the bread, rushed at it greedily, snatched a loaf from Esther's hand, and tore off a crust each with their fingers.
"Heathen," cried the old grandmother.

"Washing and benediction." Solomon was used to being called a "heathen" by the _Bube_.