"Mother has often said she conna weel spare Alizon.

An mayhap Mistress Nutter may knoa, that she con be very obstinate when she tays a whim into her head." "I _do_ know it," replied Mistress Nutter; "and, from my experience of her temper in former days, I should be loath to have you near me, who seem to inherit her obstinacy." "Wi' sich misgivings ey wonder ye wish to tak Alizon, madam," said Jennet; "fo she's os much o' her mother about her os me, onny she dunna choose to show it." "Peace, thou mischievous urchin," cried Mistress Nutter, losing all patience.
"Shall I take her away ?" said Harrop--seizing her hand.
"Ay, do," said Mistress Nutter.
"No, no, let her stay!" cried Alizon, quickly; "I shall be miserable if she goes." "Oh, ey'm quite ready to go," said Jennet, "fo ey care little fo sich seets os this--boh efore ey leave ey wad fain say a few words to Mester Potts, whom ey see yonder." "What can you want with him, Jennet," cried Alizon, in surprise.
"Onny to tell him what brother Jem is gone to Pendle fo to-neet," replied the little girl, with a significant and malicious look at Mistress Nutter.
"Ha!" muttered the lady.

"There is more malice in this little wasp than I thought.

But I must rob it of its sting." And while thus communing with herself, she fixed a searching look on Jennet, and then raising her hand quickly, waved it in her face.
"Oh!" cried the little girl, falling suddenly backwards.
"What's the matter ?" demanded Alizon, flying to her.
"Ey dunna reetly knoa," replied Jennet.
"She's seized with a sudden faintness," said Harrop.

"Better she should go home then at once.