"An' this isn't my day out.

I get my day out once a month same as th' rest.

Then I go home an' clean up for mother an' give her a day's rest." Mary drank some tea and ate a little toast and some marmalade.
"You wrap up warm an' run out an' play you," said Martha.

"It'll do you good and give you some stomach for your meat." Mary went to the window.

There were gardens and paths and big trees, but everything looked dull and wintry.
"Out?
Why should I go out on a day like this ?" "Well, if tha' doesn't go out tha'lt have to stay in, an' what has tha' got to do ?" Mary glanced about her.