"Get the pen and paper," she repeated, "and call in the woman."
They brought her the pen and paper and called the woman, who came in stolidly, ready for any emergency. Then they waited for commands, but for several seconds there was a dead pause, and Granny Dixon lay back, staring straight before her.
"Quick!" said Rachel Ffrench. "What do you want?"
Granny Dixon rose by a great effort upright from her pillows. She pointed to Mrs. Briarley with the sharp, bony fore-finger.
"I—leave it—aw—to her," she proclaimed, "—ivvery penny! She's th' ony one among 'em as is na a foo'!"
And then she fell back, and panted and stared again.
Mrs. Briarley lifted her apron and burst into tears.
"She means th' brass," she wailed. "Eh! Poor owd lass, who'd ha' thowt it!"
"Do you mean," asked Rachel Ffrench, "that you wish her to have your money?"
A nod was the answer, and Mrs. Briarley shed sympathetic tears again. Here was a reward for her labors indeed.