Theer are things I can do for her; she'd not want no payin, an she's fearfu' good at dressmakin.

She wor prenticed two years afore she took ill.' 'Gie me a kiss then, my gell; doan't yo gie naw trooble, an we'st see.

But I mun get a good price, yo know.' And rising, Reuben bent towards his niece.

She rose on tiptoe, and just touched his rough cheek.

There was no natural childish effusiveness in the action.