Hearing the shouts of the rabble, little Jennet, who had been in no very happy frame of mind since she had been brought home, came forth, and seeing her brother, called out to him, in her usual sharp tones, "What's the matter, Jem?
Who han ye gotten there ?" "A witch," replied Jem, gruffly.

"Nance Redferne, Mother Chattox's grand-daughter.

Come an see her swum i' th' Calder." Jennet readily complied, for her curiosity was aroused, and she shared in the family feelings of dislike to Mother Chattox and her descendants.
"Is this Nance Redferne ?" she cried, keeping close to her brother, "Ey'm glad yo'n caught her at last.

How dun ye find yersel, Nance ?" "Ill at ease, Jennet," replied Nance, with a bitter look; "boh it ill becomes ye to jeer me, lass, seein' yo're a born witch yoursel." "Aha!" cried Potts, looking at the little girl, "So this is a born witch--eh, Nance ?" "A born an' bred witch," rejoined Nance; "jist as her brother Jem here is a wizard.

They're the gran-childer o' Mother Demdike o' Pendle, the greatest witch i' these parts, an childer o' Bess Device, who's nah much better.