'If not, she shan't have 'em.

There's time yet.' But the grey hue was already on his cheek, his feet were already cold.

The nurse in the far corner of the room, looking up as he spoke, gave him mentally 'an hour or two.' Reuben flushed and sat bolt upright, his gnarled and wrinkled hands trembling on his knees.
'She _shall_ be kind to 'em,' he said with energy.

'Gie 'em to us, Sandy.

Yo wouldna send your childer to strangers ?' The clannish instinct in Sandy responded.