Shut up, you gomeril, sternly reproved Mac.

Those who sit on the unboarded and unpaved floor beside the wall, and who look on so wistfully, have nothing to cook — nothing to eat; they paid the last penny or twopence they possessed to be allowed to sleep on the floor of that cellar until morning.

We lived in a classless state, where all were equal.

But with that faith wherewith he could remew / The steadfast hills, and seas dry up to naught, / He pray'd the Lord upon his flock to rew, / To ope the springs of grace, and ease this drought.