'Bring 'em into t'back kitchen, an let 'em take their shoes off afore they coom ony further.' By which Reuben knew that it had been scrubbing-day, and that her flagstones were more in Hannah's mind than the guests he had brought her.

He obeyed, and then the barefooted trio entered the front kitchen together.

Hannah came forward and looked at the children--at David white and blinking--at the four-year-old Louie, bundled up in an old shawl, which dragged on the ground behind her, and staring wildly round her at the old low-roofed kitchen with the terror of the trapped bird.
'Hannah, they're varra cold,' said Reuben--'ha yo got summat hot ?' 'Theer'll be supper bime-by,' Hannah replied with decision.

'I've naw time scrubbin-days to be foolin about wi things out o' hours.
I've nobbut just got straight and cleaned mysel.

They can sit down and warm theirsels.