She be just the image o' what moi sister Jane was when she war a little thing and oi used to take care o' her.
Mother she didn't belong to this village, and the rough ways of the men and the drink frightened her.

She war quiet and tidy and neat in her ways, and Jane took arter her, and glad she was when the time came to marry and get away from Varley.

Oi be roight sure if she knows owt what's going on down here, she would be glad to know as her child ain't bein' brought oop in Varley ways.

I ha' arranged wi' the woman where she gets her meals for her to go to school wi' her own children.

Dost thee object to that, lass ?--if so, say so noo afore it's too late, but doon't thraw it in moi face arterwards.