"Eh dear! I'd like t' knaw what I've doon t' ave this trooble!"—
—"'Tis enoof t' raaise yore pore feyther clane out of 'is graave!"—
—"'E'd sooner 'ave seed yo in yore coffin, Assy."—
She rose and took down the tea-caddy from the chimney-piece and flung a reckless measure into the tea-pot.
"Ef 'e'd 'a been a-livin', 'E'd a killed yo. Thot's what 'e'd 'a doon."
As she said it she grasped the kettle and poured the boiling water into the tea-pot.
She set the tea-pot before Essy.
"There's a coop of tae. An' there's bread an' drippin'. Yo'll drink it oop."
But Essy, desolated, shook her head.
"Wall," said Mrs. Gale. "I doan' want ter look at yo. 'T mak's mae seek."