We're o' walkin' o'th floor; an' smoor't wi' cowds." One decent-looking old body, with a starved face, applied.

The chairman said, "Why, what's your son doing now?
Has he catched no rabbits lately ?" "Nay, aw dunnot know 'at he does.

Aw get nought; an' it's ME at wants summat, Mr Eccles," replied the old woman, in a tremulous tone, with the water rising in her eyes.

"Well, come; we mustn't punish th' owd woman for her son," said one of the guardians.

Various forms of the feebleness of age appeared before the Board that day.