"The
porridge is too hot, and my breath will cool it."
Piperson made more
porridge; the weather was warmer.
"The soap fell into the
porridge while I was making it," she said.
As it was, I could find no words, neither black nor white, but handed him the letter, and sat down to the
porridge with as little appetite for meat as ever a young man had.
'Hareton, thou willn't sup thy
porridge to-neeght; they'll be naught but lumps as big as my neive.
The
porridge, sweetened with some dry brown sugar from an old store which he had refrained from using for himself, stopped the cries of the little one, and made her lift her blue eyes with a wide quiet gaze at Silas, as he put the spoon into her mouth.
'He says we should not eat
porridge, for he has conjured the whole oven full of roast meats and fish and cakes.'
Nicholas distended his stomach with a bowl of
porridge, for much the same reason which induces some savages to swallow earth--lest they should be inconveniently hungry when there is nothing to eat.
Glegg, seeing that she did not proceed to give it him as usual, when he had finished his
porridge. She lifted the teapot with a slight toss of the head, and said,--
"The lads 'ull be fine an' hungry," she said, half-aloud, as she stirred the
porridge. "It's a good step to Brox'on, an' it's hungry air o'er the hill--wi' that heavy coffin too.
Bonaparte himself, not trusting to his generals, moved with all the Guards to the field of battle, afraid of letting a ready victim escape, and Bagration's four thousand men merrily lighted campfires, dried and warmed themselves, cooked their
porridge for the first time for three days, and not one of them knew or imagined what was in store for him.
Now when she had sobbed her fill of joy, Umslopogaas brought Nada the Lily mass to eat and mealie
porridge. She ate the curdled milk, but the
porridge she would not eat, saying that she was too weary.
I should like cabbage soup and
porridge better than anything; but of course there's nothing like that here."
He's expected at noon, and no wight till he comes May profane the great chair, or the
porridge of plums For the best of the cheer, and the seat by the fire, Is the undenied right of the Barefooted Friar.
"Then shall he taste some of his own
porridge," quoth Will.
