Why, Thyrza sings one of 'em still.' 'But how does she remember it ?' Ackroyd asked with much interest.

'He died when she was a baby.' 'Yes, yes, she don't remember it of her father.

It was me as taught her it, to be sure, as I did most o' the other songs she knows.' 'But she wasn't a baby either,' put in Mrs.Bower.

'She was four years; an' Lydia was four years older.' 'Four years an' two months,' said Mr.Boddy, nodding with a laugh.
'Let's be ac'rate, Mrs.Bower, ma'am.

Thirteen year ago next fourteenth o' December, Mr.Ackroyd.