Poor lass, thou look'st as if thou needed a good cup o' tea.

It were dree work sitting wi' Betsy Darley, were it?
And how does she look on her affliction ?' 'She takes it sore to heart,' said Hester, taking off her hat, and folding and smoothing away her cloak, before putting them in the great oak chest (or 'ark,' as it was called), in which they were laid from Sunday to Sunday.
As she opened the lid a sweet scent of dried lavender and rose-leaves came out.

William stepped hastily forwards to hold up the heavy lid for her.

She lifted up her head, looked at him full with her serene eyes, and thanked him for his little service.

Then she took a creepie-stool and sate down on the side of the fire-place, having her back to the window.
The hearth was of the same spotless whiteness as the steps; all that was black about the grate was polished to the utmost extent; all that was of brass, like the handle of the oven, was burnished bright.