We don't ever have eggs for breakfast at home," she added impressively.
"Don't you ?" answered her grandfather gravely, "then what do you have?
Something you like better, I s'pose ?" He did not ask from curiosity, that was the last thing he would have been guilty of; he only wanted to show an interest and to hear her talk.
"We don't have nuffin', 'cepts when father has got work, then father has a bloater.

Me and mother have one too, sometimes, then.
But when father is out of work we only has bread." Patience turned pale, and Thomas groaned.

Jessie looked up with quick sympathy.

"Have you hurted your toof, granp ?" she asked gravely, little dreaming that it was she herself who had given him pain.
"No, my dear, granp's all right.

Try and make a good breakfast now.
You've got to get as plump and round as the kitten over there." Patience had laid down her knife and fork, and sat staring before her with miserably troubled eyes.