One boy said, 'That's a commencement'; another said, 'Hang old Rippenger.' Temple snapped his fingers, and Bystop, a farmer's son, said, 'Well, now I've drunk champagne; I meant to before I died!' Most of the boys seemed puzzled by it.

As for me, my heart sprang up in me like a colt turned out of stables to graze.

I determined that the humblest of my retainers should feed from my table, and drink to my father's and Heriot's honour, and I poured out champagne for the women, who just sipped, and the man, who vowed he preferred beer.

A spoonful of the mashed tarts I sent to each of the children.

Only one, the eldest, a girl about a year older than me, or younger, with black eyebrows and rough black hair, refused to eat or drink.
'Let her bide, young gentlemen,' said a woman; 'she's a regular obstinate, once she sets in for it.' 'Ah!' said the man, 'I've seen pigs druv, and I've seen iron bent double.