She had a little girl with her, of about five years old, that she had lifted up on the counter, and who was watching Philip with anxious eyes, occasionally whispering in her mother's ear, and then hiding her face against her cloak.
'She's thought a deal o' coming to see yo', and a dunnot think as yo' mind her at all.

My pretty, he's clean forgotten as how he said last new year's day, he'd gi' thee a barley-sugar stick, if thou'd hem him a handkercher by this.' The child's face was buried in the comfortable breadth of duffle at these words, while the little outstretched hand held a small square of coarse linen.
'Ay, she's noane forgotten it, and has done her five stitches a day, bless her; and a dunnot believe as yo' know her again.

She's Phoebe Moorsom, and a'm Hannah, and a've dealt at t' shop reg'lar this fifteen year.' 'I'm very sorry,' said Philip.

'I was up late last night, and I'm a bit dazed to-day.

Well! this is nice work, Phoebe, and I'm sure I'm very much beholden to yo'.