Her eyes flamed at him under the brown woollen shawl she wore pinned under her chin; the little emaciated creature became a fury.
What did he come there for, 'moiderin 'Lias wi his divilments'?
If he ever said a word of such things again, she'd lock the door on him, and he might go to Jenny Crum for his tea.

Not a bite or a sup should he ever have in her house again.
'I meant no harm,' said the boy doggedly.

'It wor he towd me about t' witch--it wor he as put it into our yeds--Louie an me.' Margaret exclaimed.

So it was he that got 'Lias talking about the Pool in the spring! Some one had been 'cankin wi him about things they didn't owt'-- that she knew--'and she might ha thowt it wor' Davy.

For that one day's 'worritin ov him' she had had him on her hands for weeks--off his sleep, and off his feed, and like a blighted thing.