An' there's my muckle Testament.

And dinna gie the lads a' thing they want.

Gie them plenty to ait, but no ower muckle.

Fowk suld aye lea' aff wi' an eppiteet.' Mr.Lammie brought his gig at last, and took grannie away to Bodyfauld.
When the boys returned from school at the dinner-hour, it was to exult in a freedom which Robert had never imagined before.

But even he could not know what a relief it was to Shargar to eat without the awfully calm eyes of Mrs.Falconer watching, as it seemed to him, the progress of every mouthful down that capacious throat of his.