The mother began again, "Eh, that little thing has suffered summat," said she, wiping her eyes; "an', as aw towd yo before, aw expect another every day.

They're born nake't, an' th' next'll ha' to remain so, for aught that aw con see.

But, aw dar not begin o' thinkin' abeawt it.

It would drive me crazy.

We han a little lad o' mi sister's livin' wi' us.