on the edge of the hard little sofa and regarding her with speculative interest.
"Where's your mother?" he asked next.
"Hoo's gone to th' chapel," was the answer. "Theer's a mothers' meetin' in th' vestry, an' hoo's gone theer an' takken th' bahby wi' her. Th' rest o' th' childer is playin' out at th' front."
He glanced out of the door.
"Those—those are not all yours?" he said, thunderstruck.
"Aye, they are—that. Eh!" drawing a long breath, "but is na there a lot on 'em? Theer's eleven an' I've nussed 'em nigh ivvery one."
He turned toward the door again.
"There seems to be a great many of them," he remarked. "You must have had a great deal to do."
"That I ha'. I've wished mony a time I'd been a rich lady. Theer's that daughter o' Ffrench's now. Eh! I'd like to ha' bin her."
"I never heard of her before," he answered. "Who is she, and why do you choose her?"
"Cos she's so hansum. She's that theer grand she looks loike she thowt ivvery body else wur dirt. I've seen women as wur bigger, an' wore more cloas at onct, but I nivver seed none as grand as she is. I nivver seed her but onct. She coom here wi' her feyther fer two or three week' afore he went to furrin parts, an' she wur caught i' th' rain one day an' stopped in here a bit. She dropped her hankcher an' mother's getten it yet. It's nigh aw lace. Would yo' loike to see it?" hospitably.
"Yes," feeling his lack of enthusiasm something of a fault. "I—dare say I should."
From the depths of a drawer which she opened with a
