brose

Gin I had a bonny wee dog I'd gie 'im ma ain brose, an' cuddle 'im, an' he couldna gang awa'.

But Brose's fell as falls the barometer in the centre of a cyclone.

Mr. Brose saw him, and was on his tracks like a fish-hawk on a herring-gull.

We can dispense with Mr. Potts's services for the time, eh, Mr. Brose?

Even as I stood there, the old witch bent down and laid the dish before the wolf that he might finish the brose.