That boot was for him! and this being the second, the pair would be finished before night! By slow degrees of revival, with many pauses between, George got to work.

He wanted no breakfast, and made no inquiry of Gibbie whether he had had any.

But what cared Gibbie about breakfast! With his father all to himself, and that father working away at a new boot for him--for him who had never had a pair of any sort upon his feet since the woollen ones he wore in his mother's lap, breakfast or no breakfast was much the same to him.

It could never have occurred to him that it was his father's part to provide him with breakfast.

If he was to have none, it was Sunday that was to blame: there was no use in going to look for any when the shops were all shut, and everybody either at church, or closed in domestic penetralia, or out for a walk.