"Here you are, Miss," cried Brown, who was warm by that time in spite of the weather, as he bore his brimming and steaming pitcher to the window--or hole in the wall--and replenished the jugs.  "The buns are all done, an' the bread won't hold out long, but I've sent for more; it won't be long.  I see we shall need several more brews," he added, as he turned again towards the inexhaustible boiler.