There was a very large pan of thick sour milk on it, and a loaf of grey bread.

Bits of this bread were set round the edge of the table, near the children, who munched at them.
Turrif gave Trenholme a bit of bread, cutting into the loaf as men only do in whose lives bread is not scarce.

With a large spoon he took a quantity of the thick rich cream from the top of the milk and put a saucer of it before the visitor.

Trenholme ate it with his bread, and found it not as sour as he expected, and on the whole very good.

Turrif, eating bread as he went, carried the harness out of the house.
As there was no one left for him to talk to, Trenholme grew more observant.