He had never dreamt of leaving Louie to Aunt Hannah's tender mercies.

Of course he must take her away when he could.

She was his charge, his belonging.

But all the same she was a 'limb'; in his opinion she always would be a 'limb.' How could he be sure of her getting work, and who on earth was to look after her when he was away?
Suddenly Louie broke in on his perplexities.
'I'll go tailorin,' she cried triumphantly.

'Now I know--it wor t' Wigsons' cousin Em'ly went to Manchester; an she earned nine shillin a week--nine shillin I tell yo, an found her own thread.
Yo'll be takin ten shillin, yo say, nex year?
an I'll be takin nine.