"Oh, ey'm quite ready to go," said Jennet, "fo ey care little fo sich seets os this—boh efore ey leave ey wad fain say a few words to Mester Potts, whom ey see yonder."
"What can you want with him, Jennet," cried Alizon, in surprise.
"Onny to tell him what brother Jem is gone to Pendle fo to-neet," replied the little girl, with a significant and malicious look at Mistress Nutter.
"Ha!" muttered the lady. "There is more malice in this little wasp than I thought. But I must rob it of its sting."
And while thus communing with herself, she fixed a searching look on Jennet, and then raising her hand quickly, waved it in her face.
"Oh!" cried the little girl, falling suddenly backwards.
"What's the matter?" demanded Alizon, flying to her.
"Ey dunna reetly knoa," replied Jennet.
"She's seized with a sudden faintness," said Harrop. "Better she should go home then at once. I'll find somebody to take her."
"Neaw, neaw, ey'n sit down here," said Jennet; "ey shan be better soon."