Theer's lots o' things gells can do in Manchester--tailorin, or machinin, or dress-makin, or soomthin like that.

But yo must get a bit older, an I must find a place for us to live in, so theer's naw use fratchin, like a spiteful hen.

Yo must bide and I must bide.

But I'll coom back for yo, I swear I will, an we'll get shut on Aunt Hannah, an live in a little place by ourselves, as merry as larks.' He looked at her appealingly.

Her head was turned sullenly away from him, her thin chest still heaved with sobs.