The two peered at it with amazement, for it was their own basket, and in it reposed the loaves David had been told to bring back from Clough End, while on the top lay a couple of cotton reels and a card of mending which Louie had been instructed to buy for her aunt.
After a moment Reuben looked up, his face working.
'I'm thinkin, Hannah, they'n roon away!' It seemed to him as he spoke that such a possibility had been always in his mind.

And during the past week there had been much bad blood between aunt and niece.

Twice had the child gone to bed supperless, and yesterday, for some impertinence, Hannah had given her a blow, the marks of which on her cheek Reuben had watched guiltily all day.

At night he had dreamed of Sandy.

Since Mr.
Ancrum had set him thinking, and so stirred his conscience in various indirect and unforeseen ways, Sandy had been a terror to him; the dead man had gained a mysterious hold on the living.
'Roon away!' repeated Hannah scornfully; 'whar ud they roon to?
They're just at soom o' their divilments, 'at's what they are.