She went a little farther into the stable.

'Kester! he's a vast better, he'll go out to-morrow; it's all Donkin's doing.

I'm beholden to thee for fetching him, and I'll try and spare thee waistcoat fronts out o' t' stuff for my new red cloak.

Thou'll like that, Kester, won't ta ?' Kester took the notion in slowly, and weighed it.
'Na, lass,' said he, deliberately, after a pause.

'A could na' bear to see thee wi' thy cloak scrimpit.