Here Hesther,' he called to his old humpbacked house-keeper, 'tek the young ledy's oombrella an' spread it oot to dray.

Coom, coom in, Miss Tiny, an' set ye doon by the faire an' dray yer faet, an' hev summat warm to kape ye from ketchin' coold.' Mr.Bates led the way, stooping under the doorplaces, into his small sitting-room, and, shaking the patchwork cushion in his arm-chair, moved it to within a good roasting distance of the blazing fire.
'Thank you, uncle Bates' (Caterina kept up her childish epithets for her friends, and this was one of them); 'not quite so close to the fire, for I am warm with walking.' 'Eh, but yer shoes are faine an' wet, an' ye must put up yer faet on the fender.

Rare big faet, baint 'em ?--aboot the saize of a good big spoon.

I woonder ye can mek a shift to stan' on 'em.

Now, what'll ye hev to warm yer insaide ?--a drop o' hot elder wain, now ?' 'No, not anything to drink, thank you; it isn't very long since breakfast,' said Caterina, drawing out the comforter from her deep pocket.