“Aye, an’ naw woonder wi’ the damp, and they misties, an’ your awn bad cooking. Let me roon down t’ ‘King’s Arms’ and get you a drop of whisky.”
“Naw, I’ll gaw down mysen.”
He knew now he was afraid to be left alone in the house. Down at the “King’s Arms” Dorsy and Mrs. Oldishaw were sorry for him. By this time he was really ill with fright. Dorsy and Mrs. Oldishaw said it was a chill. They made him lie down on the settle by the kitchen fire and put a rug over him, and gave him stiff hot grog to drink. He slept. And when he woke he found Dorsy sitting beside him with her sewing.
He sat up and her hand was on his shoulder.
“Lay still, lad.”
“I maun get oop and gaw.”
“Nay, there’s naw call for ’ee to gaw. Lay still and I’ll make thee a coop o’ tea.”
He lay still.
Mrs. Oldishaw had made up a bed for him in her son’s room, and they kept him there that night and till four o’clock the next day.
When he got up to go Dorsy put on her coat and hat.