of putting it in the fire and stirring it violently with the poker.
"Art tha dazeder than common?" shrieked the old woman. "Has tha gone daft? What art tha starin' at?"
"I am na starin' at nowt," said Mrs. Briarley, with a start. "I—I wur hearkenin' to the lady here, an' I did na think o' what I wur doin'."
She did not fully recover herself during the whole of her visitor's stay, and, in fact, several times lapsed into the same meditative condition. When Haworth's charitable intentions were made known to her, she stopped jolting the baby and sat in wild confusion.
"Did tha say as he wur goin' to gi' thee money?" she exclaimed,—"money to gi' away?"
"He said he'd give it without a grudge," said his mother, proudly. "Without a grudge, if it pleased me. That's his way, my dear. It were his way from the time he were a boy, an' worked so hard to give me a comfortable home. He give it, he said, without a grudge."
"Jane Ann," said Mrs. Briarley, standing at the door to watch her out of sight,—"Jane Ann, what dost tha think o' that theer?"
She said it helplessly, clutching at the child on her hip with a despairing grasp.
"Did tha hear her?" she demanded. "She wur talkin' o' Haworth, an' she wur pridin' hersen on th' son he'd been to her, an'—an' th' way he'd lived. Th' cold sweat broke out aw over me. No wonder I wur for puttin' th' cap i' th' fire. Lord ha' mercy on us!"
But Janey regarded the matter from a more practical stand-point
"He has na treated her ill," she said. "Happen he is na so bad after aw. Did tha hear what she said about th' money?"
