"An' she's Mr.
Craven's--but I'm to do the housemaid's work up here an' wait on you a bit.

But you won't need much waitin' on." "Who is going to dress me ?" demanded Mary.
Martha sat up on her heels again and stared.

She spoke in broad Yorkshire in her amazement.
"Canna' tha' dress thysen!" she said.
"What do you mean?
I don't understand your language," said Mary.
"Eh! I forgot," Martha said.

"Mrs.Medlock told me I'd have to be careful or you wouldn't know what I was sayin'.

I mean can't you put on your own clothes ?" "No," answered Mary, quite indignantly.