A man gave me a ride in his cart an' I did enjoy myself." She was full of stories of the delights of her day out.

Her mother had been glad to see her and they had got the baking and washing all out of the way.

She had even made each of the children a doughcake with a bit of brown sugar in it.
"I had 'em all pipin' hot when they came in from playin' on th' moor.
An' th' cottage all smelt o' nice, clean hot bakin' an' there was a good fire, an' they just shouted for joy.

Our Dickon he said our cottage was good enough for a king." In the evening they had all sat round the fire, and Martha and her mother had sewed patches on torn clothes and mended stockings and Martha had told them about the little girl who had come from India and who had been waited on all her life by what Martha called "blacks" until she didn't know how to put on her own stockings.
"Eh! they did like to hear about you," said Martha.

"They wanted to know all about th' blacks an' about th' ship you came in.