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Upstairs the scuffling and the struggling became frightful. Jim's feet and Jim's voice were heard above the muttering of the undertaker's men. Mrs. Gale whispered. "They're gettin' 'im in. 'E's gien a haand wi' t' body. Thot's soomthin'." She brooded ponderously. A sound of stamping and scraping at the back door roused her. "Eh oo's there now?" she asked irritably.
'What d'yo want 'im for? she asked contemptuously, as the new-comer approached: 'he'd owt to be in th' sylum. Aunt Hannah says he's gone that silly, he owt to be took up. 'Well, he woan't be, then, retorted David. 'Theer's nobory about as ull lay a finger on 'im. He doan't do her no harm, nor yo noather. Women foak and gells allus want to be wooryin soomthin.
Theer's a mermaid lives in 't a woman, I tell tha, wi' a fish's tail it's in a book, an he read it out, soa theer an on Easter Eve neet she cooms out, and walks about t' Scout, combin her hair an if onybody sees her an wishes for soomthin, they get it, sartin sure; an 'Mermaids is just faddle an nonsense, interrupted David, tersely. 'Oh, is they? Then I spose books is faddle.
'E wanted mae bad." "'E wanted yo? Coorse 'e wanted yo. Yo sud na 'ave gien in to 'im, yo softie. D'yo think yo're the only woon thot's tampted? Look at mae. I could 'a got into trooble saven times to yore woonce, ef I 'ad'n kaped my 'ead an' respected mysel. Yore Jim Greatorex! Ef a maan like Jim 'ad laaid a 'and on mae, 'e'd a got soomthin' t' remamber afore I'd 'a gien in to 'im.
"What is it, Ally? What is it, loove?" She looked up at him. "I don't know, Jim. But I think I'm afraid." "What are you afraid of?" She thought a moment. "I'm afraid of father." "Yo med bae ef yo staayed with him. Thot's why I want yo t' coom to mae." He looked at her. "'Tisn' thot yo're afraid of. 'Tis soomthin' alse thot yo wawn't tall mae." "Well I think I'm a little bit afraid of this house.
Theer's lots o' things gells can do in Manchester tailorin, or machinin, or dress-makin, or soomthin like that. But yo must get a bit older, an I must find a place for us to live in, so theer's naw use fratchin, like a spiteful hen. Yo must bide and I must bide. But I'll coom back for yo, I swear I will, an we'll get shut on Aunt Hannah, an live in a little place by ourselves, as merry as larks.
But old Jackson, our master, thowt a lot of 'em, and so did the passon down at Marsland. An his father an mother well, they thowt he was going to make all their fortunes for 'em. There was a scholarship or soomthin o' that sort an he was to get it an go to college, an make 'em all rich. They were just common wheelwrights, you understand, down on t' Whinthorpe Road. But my word, Mr.
Mony a year afterwards t' foak round here ud talk o' that for an April frost. An my poor 'Lias lost on that fearfu Scout sleepin out wi'out a rag to cover him, an skeert soomhow t'Lord or t'Devil knows how! And then foak ud have me mak a good tale out o' it soomthin to gie 'em a ticklin down their backbane soomthin to pass an evenin Lord!
"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."
Fower year an' fire upstairs, an' fire downstairs, an' fire all night, an' soomthin' allus wanted. An' he such an objeck afore he died! It do seem like a holiday now to sit a bit." And she crossed her hands on her lap with a long breath of content. A lock of grey hair had escaped from her bonnet, across her wrinkled forehead, and gave her a half-careless rakish air.
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