If yo doan't open th' door, I'll go across to Wigson's, and tell 'em as Louie's parishin, an yo're bein th' death on her.' The bolt shot back, and there stood Reuben, his red hair sticking up wildly from his head, his frame shaking with unusual excitement.
'What are yo makin that roompus for, Davy ?' began Reuben, with would-be severity.

'Ha done wi yo, or I'll have to tak a stick to yo.' But the boy stood akimbo on the steps, and the old farmer shrank before him, as David's black eye travelled past him to a gaunt figure on the stairs.
'Yo'll tak noa stick to me, Uncle Reuben.

I'll not put up wi it, and yo know it.

I'm goin to bring Louie in.

We've bin on t' moor by t' Pool lookin for th' owd witch, an we both on us fell asleep, an Louie's took the rheumatics .-- Soa theer .-- Stan out o' t' way.' And running back to Louie, who cried out as he lifted her up, he half carried, half dragged her in.
'Why, she's like death,' cried Reuben.