near the basket lay a shawl which Janey wore upon all occasions requiring a toilet. She had just come in from her shopping, and sat on a stool in her usual posture, not having yet removed the large bonnet which spread its brim around her small face, a respectable and steady-going aureole enlivened with bunches of flowers which in their better days had rejoiced Mrs. Briarley's heart with exceeding great joy.
She looked up as he came in, but she did not rise.
"Eh! it's thee, is it?" she remarked. "I thowt it wur toime tha wur comin'. Tha'st not been here fur nigh a month."
"I have been—doing a great deal."
"Aye," she answered. "I suppose so."
She jerked her thumb toward Granny Dixon's basket chair, which stood empty.
"She's takken down," she said. "She wur takken down a week sin', an' a noice toime we're ha'in' nursin' her. None on us can do anything wi' her but mother—she can settle her, thank th' Amoighty."
She rested her sharp little elbows upon her knees and her chin upon both palms and surveyed him with interest.
"Has tha seed him?" she demanded suddenly.
"Who?" he asked.
"Him," with a nod of her head. "Th' furriner as is. stayin' at Mester Ffrench's. Yo' mun ha' seen him. He's been theer three days."
"I saw him this evening."
"I thowt tha mun ha' seed him. He coom o' Monday. He coom fro' France. I should na," with a tone of serious speculation,—"I should na ha' thowt she'd ha' had a Frenchman."
