I don't suppose you have anything for Peter?
A biscuit or a bit of cake?
Peter's like me.

He's always hungry for cake and _never_ hungry for porridge." Pamela, feeling extremely remiss, confessed that she had neither cake nor biscuits and dared not ask Miss Bathgate for any.
"But you're bigger than Miss Bathgate," Mhor pointed out.

"You needn't be afraid of her.

I'll ask her, if you like." Pamela heard him cross the passage and open the kitchen door and begin politely, "Good morning, Miss Bathgate." "What are ye wantin' here wi' thae dirty boots ?" Bella demanded.
"I came in to see the Honourable, and she has nothing to give poor Peter to eat.

Could he have a tea biscuit--not an Abernethy one, please, he doesn't like them--or a bit of cake ?" "Of a' the impidence!" ejaculated Bella.