"Hoo's i' good hands.

Ye munna be seen, ey tell ye.

Ey'm going to Malkin Tower to-neet, if yo'n owt to send." "To-neet, Jem," echoed little Jennet.
"Eigh," rejoined Jem, sharply.

"Howd te tongue, wench.

Dunna lose time, mother." And as he and his little sister pursued their way to the cottage, Elizabeth hobbled off towards the Abbey, muttering, as she went, "I hope Alizon an Mistress Nutter winna meet.