At the same moment his mother opened a window upstairs and looked down.
A pit-lad in his dirt stood on the threshold.
"Is this Walter Morel's ?" he asked.
"Yes," said Mrs.Morel.

"What is it ?" But she had guessed already.
"Your mester's got hurt," he said.
"Eh, dear me!" she exclaimed.

"It's a wonder if he hadn't, lad.

And what's he done this time ?" "I don't know for sure, but it's 'is leg somewhere.

They ta'ein' 'im ter th' 'ospital." "Good gracious me!" she exclaimed.