At first she was not at all interested, but gradually, as the girl rattled on in her good-tempered, homely way, Mary began to notice what she was saying.
"Eh! you should see 'em all," she said.

"There's twelve of us an' my father only gets sixteen shilling a week.

I can tell you my mother's put to it to get porridge for 'em all.

They tumble about on th' moor an' play there all day an' mother says th' air of th' moor fattens 'em.

She says she believes they eat th' grass same as th' wild ponies do.