“Makes ’en out of hers!” This was a fact that Tommy was very proud of.
Again Mammy laughed. “Well, ’tis so,” she admitted. “Tom an’ me we wears the clothes, then Tommy wears ’en, then they do be made into mats an’ we treads on ’en. Blouses bain’t no good though, for ’e,” she added ruefully; “very wastely things they be to tear up for ’e, the sleeves do come s’awkward!”
“An’ Tom now, ’e do be a brave good husband?” queried Old John.
“That he be. I wouldn’t stand no nonsense, I wouldn’t be ’umbugged about with ’e, me at my size.”
Mammy smiled and led Tommy off to bed.
At the top of the alley Tommy stopped. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said as he turned towards Main Street.
“Where be a-goin’?” asked Mammy.
“Where be I a-goin’?” Tommy echoed in surprise. “Why I be a-goin’ to say good-night to my Gran.”
“I shouldn’t go to-night, ma handsome; Granny’s tired.”
Tommy turned and looked at his mother in amazement. Every night ever since he could remember he had run along to say “good-night” to Granny.