"He said he'd another case o' witchcraft nearer whoam.

Whot could he mean ?" "Whot, indeed ?" cried Elizabeth, quickly.
"Look at Tib," exclaimed her son.
As he spoke, the cat sprang towards the inner door, and scratched violently against it.
Elizabeth immediately raised the latch, and found Jennet behind it, with a face like scarlet.
"Yo'n been listenin, ye young eavesdropper," cried Elizabeth, boxing her ears soundly; "take that fo' your pains--an that." "Touch me again, an Mester Potts shan knoa aw ey'n heer'd," said the little girl, repressing her tears.
Elizabeth regarded her angrily; but the looks of the child were so spiteful, that she did not dare to strike her.

She glanced too at Tib; but the uncertain cat was now rubbing himself in the most friendly manner against Jennet.
"Yo shan pay for this, lass, presently," said Elizabeth.
"Best nah provoke me, mother," rejoined Jennet in a determined tone; "if ye dun, aw secrets shan out.

Ey knoa why Jem's goin' to Malkin-Tower to-neet--an why yo're afeerd o' Mester Potts." "Howd thy tongue or ey'n choke thee, little pest," cried her mother, fiercely.
Jennet replied with a mocking laugh, while Tib rubbed against her more fondly than ever.
"Let her alone," interposed Jem.

"An now ey mun be off.