"Ye 'ad n't a headache when ye started."
"It 's the heat. It was very hot in the sun. Where 's uncle?"
"I' t' parlor."
"And aunt?"
"Ay."
"Say good-night to them both for me ... will you, Emma?"
"What ... are ye away to bed?"
"I think ... I shall be better there."
"That 's soon done wi' ye, onnyways."
Emma came closer and took a keen glance into the girl's eyes.