There are sheep on the place, pigs and poultry, and plenty of oatmeal, though very little flour.

There is milk too--and a little wine, and I think we shall do well enough." Lord Mergwain made no answer, but in his silence seemed to be making up his mind to the ineludible.
"Have you any more of that claret ?" he asked.
"Not much, I am sorry to say," answered the laird, "but it is your lordship's while it lasts." "If this lasts, I shall drink your cellar dry," rejoined his lordship with a feeble grin.

"I may as well make a clean breast of it.

From my childhood I have never known what it was not to be thirsty.

I believe thirst to be the one unfailing birth-mark of the family.