Now out of my way.

I want to speak to your grandmother a moment, and then I will come into the other room.' I followed him into the untidy, miserable looking kitchen.

An old woman was sitting by the fire with an infant in her arms; we found out that it belonged to the neighbour who was washing out some things in the yard.
She came in by and by, clattering over the stones in her thick clogs,--a brisk, untidy-looking young woman,--and looked at me curiously as she took her baby.
'I must be going home now, granny,' she said, in a loud, good-humoured voice.

'Peggy can rinse out the few things I've left.' Granny had a pleasant, weather-beaten face, only it looked sunken and pale, and the poor blind eyes had a pathetic, unseeing look in them.

To my surprise, she looked neat and clean.