'I can find yo a place in t' stable ull be warmer nor this.

You be parished if yo stay here.' For, ignorant as he was, her looks began to frighten him.
Louie would have liked never to speak to him again.

The thought of the blue cotton and of her own lost chance seemed to be burning a hole in her.

But the stress of his miserable look drew her eyes open whether she would or no, and when she saw him her self-pity overcame her.
'I conno walk,' she said, with a sudden loud sob.

'It's my leg.' 'What's wrong wi't ?' said David, inspecting it anxiously.