Hoo's wortchin' i' th' cardreawn at 'Th' Big-un.'" (This is the name they give to Messrs Swainson and Birley's mill.) The next place we called at was the house of an old joiner.

He was lying very ill upstairs.

As we drew up to the door, my companion said, "Now, this is a clean, respectable family.

They have struggled hard and suffered a great deal, before they would ask for relief." When we went in, the wife was cleaning her well-nigh empty house.
"Eh," said she," I thought it wur th' clubman comin', an' I wur just goin' to tell him that I had nothin' for him." The family was seven in number--man, wife, and five children.

The husband, as I have said, was lying ill.