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An' bring Mister Jan back long very quick, 'cause I'm nothin' but sadness wi'out en. An', dear St. Madern, I ax 'e to bless me same as you done when when I was a lil baaby, 'cause I be gwaine to bathe in your brook, bein' a St. Madern cheel. Oh, dear, good God o' all things, please to help me an' look to me, 'cause I be very sad, an' I never done no harm to none, for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen."
Gwenda looked up from her book. "No," she said. "He's away, isn't he?" "Away? 'El'll nat get away fer long enoof. 'E's too ill." "Ill?" Alice sent the word out on a terrified breath. Nobody took any notice of her. "T' poastman tell mae," said Mrs. Gale. "From what 'e's 'eerd, 'twas all along o' Nad Alderson's lil baaby up to Morfe. It was took wi' the diptheery a while back.
An' if you was took, which God forbid, theer'd be that mort o' money to come to Michael, him bein' your faither that is, s'pose the cheel was took tu, which God forbid likewise. An' he'd burn it every note I mean Michael. Now if you was to name Tom just in case o' accidents ? He'm of your awn blood by's faither." "But my baaby must be fust." "In coorse er must. 'Tis lawful an' right.
"Thank yo'," he said stiffly and came in. "I caan't get oop wi' t' baaby. But there's a chair soomwhere." He found it and sat down. "Are yo' woondering why I've coom, Essy?" "Naw, Jim. I wasn't woondering about yo' at all." Her voice was sweet and placable. She followed the direction of his eyes. "'E's better. Ef thot's what yo've coom for." "It isn' what I've coom for.
An' I be gwaine to lock 'e in, Chris, if't is all the same to you. For why? Because you might fancy the van folks was callin' to 'e, an' grow hungry for the rovin' life again." She made no objection, and asked one more question as they went to the building. "How be Mrs. Hicks, my Clem's mother?" "Alive; that's all. A poor auld bed-lier now; just fading away quiet. But weak in the head as a baaby.
Why should he have been pitched into this here home? He might have been put in a palace just as easy, an' born of a royal queen mother, 'stead o' you; he might have opened his eyes 'pon marble walls an' jewels an' precious stones, 'stead of whitewash an' a peat fire. Be that baaby gwaine to thank us for bringing him in the world, come he graw up? Not him! Why should he?" "But he will.
"But yo' knaw you wouldn' bae happy wi' mae. I sud bae crool t' yo'. Nat because I wanted t' bae crool, but because I couldn' halp mysel. Theer'd bae soomthin' alse I sud bae thinkin' on and wantin' all t' while." "I knaw. I knaw. I wouldn' lat yo', Jim. I wouldn' lat yo'." "I knaw there's t' baaby an' all. It's hard on yo', Essy. But I dawn' knaw I ned bae crool to t' baaby, too."
Do 'e think Heaven's allus hard? No, I tell 'e, not to the young not to the young. The wind's mostly tempered to the shorn lamb, though the auld ewe do oftentimes sting for it, an' get the seeds o' death arter shearing. Wait, and be strong, till you feel Clem's baaby in your arms. That'll be reward enough, an' you won't care no more for the world then.
All alone in the room overhead she had evidently been doing something that had pleased her. The ghost of a smile still haunted her bleak face. She carried on her arm tenderly a pile of little garments. These she began to spread out on the table before Essy, having first removed the tea-things. "There!" she said. "'Tis the lil cleathes fer t' baaby.
An' doctor, 'e sat oop wi' 't tree nights roonin', 'e did. 'E didn' so mooch as taak 's cleathes off. Nad Alderson, 'e said, 'e'd navver seen anything like what doctor 'e doon for t' lil' thing." Mrs. Gale's face reddened and she sniffed. "'E's saaved Nad's baaby for 'm, right enoof, Dr. Rawcliffe 'as. But 'e's down wi't hissel, t' poastman says." It was at Gwenda that she gazed.
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