Her full heart melted altogether.
'Oh, Davy, I meant naw offence!' she said, catching him by the arm again.

'Yo're a good lad, an yo're allus a welcome seet to that poor creetur.

But yo'll not say owt to trouble him again, laddie--will yo?
If he'd yeerd yo just now--but, by t' Lord's blessin, he did na--he'd ha worked himsel up fearfu'! I'd ha had naw sleep wi him for neets--like it wor i' th' spring.

Yo munna--yo munna! He's all I ha--his livin 's my livin, Davy--an when he's took away--why, I'll mak shift soomhow to dee too!' She let him go, and, with a long sigh, she lifted her trembling hands to her head, put her frilled cap straight and her shawl.

She was just moving away, when something of a different sort struck her sensitive soul, and she turned again.