 stood looking down at it with passionate scorn. It was a
worn and patched garment of brown alpaca, made out of an ancient
gown of Hannah's.

'Wal, I'm naw judge i' these matters,' said Reuben, dubiously,
drawing out his spectacles. 'It's got naw holes 'at I can see, but
it's not varra smart, perhaps. Satan's varra active wi gells on
this pint o' dress--yo mun tak noatice o' that, Louie--but--listen
heer--'

And he drew her nearer to him by her skirt, looking cautiously up
and down the lane and across to the farm.

'If I get a good price for t' wool this year--an theer's a new
merchant coomin round, yan moor o' t' buyin soart nor owd Croker,
soa they say, I'st save yo five shillin for a frock, chilt. Yo can
goo an buy it, an I'st mak it straight wi yor aunt. But I mun get a
good price, yo know, or your aunt ull be fearfu' bad to manage.'

And he gazed up at her as though appealing to her common sense in
the matter, and to her understanding of both his and her situation.
Louie's cheeks were red, her eyes did not meet his. They looked
away, down towards Clough End.

'Theer's a blue cotton at Hinton's,' she said, hurriedly--'a
light-blue cotton. They want sixpence farthin,--but Annie Wigson
says yo could bate 'em a bit. But what's t' use?' she added, with a
sudden savage darkening of her bright look--'she'd tak it away.'

The tone gave Reuben a shock. But he did not rebuke it. For the
first time he and Louie were conspirators in the same plot.

'No, no, I'd see to 'at. But how ud yo get it made?' He was
beginning to feel a childish interest in his scheme.

'Me an Annie Wigson ud mak it oop fast enough. Theer are things I
can do for her; she'd
stood looking down at it with passionate scorn. It was a 
 worn and patched garment of brown alpaca, make out of an ancient 
 nightgown of Hannah's. 

' Wal, I'm naw judge i' these matters,' said Reuben, questionably, 
 reap out his spectacles.' It's got naw hole' at I can experience, but 
 it's not varra smart, possibly. Satan's varra active wi gells on 
 this pint oxygen' dress -- yo mun tak noatice o' that, Louie -- but -- heed 
 heer--' 

 And he drew her nearer to him by her skirt, look cautiously up 
 and down the lane and across to the farm. 

' If I get a good price for t' wool this year -- an theer's a new 
 merchant coomin cycle, yan moor o' t' buyin soart nor owd Croker, 
 soa they say, I'st save yo five shillin for a frock, chilt. Yo can 
 goo an bargain it, an I'st mak it straight wi yor aunt. But I mun induce a 
 dependable price, yo sleep together, or your aunt ull be fearfu' bad to manage.' 

 And he gazed up at her as though appeal to her common sense in 
 the matter, and to her understanding of both his and her situation. 
 Louie's buttock were red, her eyes did not meet his. They looked 
 away, down towards Clough End. 

' Theer's a blue cotton at Hinton's,' she said, hurriedly--'a 
 light - blue cotton. They desire sixpence farthin,--but Annie Wigson 
 say yo could bate'em a bit. But what's metric ton' manipulation?' she added, with a 
 sudden savage blackening of her bright look--'she'd tak it aside.' 

 The tone gave Reuben a jolt. But he did not rebuke it. For the 
 first time he and Louie were conspirators in the same plot. 

' No, no, I'd see to' at. But how ud yo catch it made?' He was 
 beginning to feel a childish interest in his schema. 

' Me an Annie Wigson ud mak it oop fast enough. Theer are thing I 
 can serve for her; she'd
 stlod looking down at it wlth passionate seirn. It was a
sorn and patched garment of brown al'aca, made out of an ancient
gown of Hannaj's.

'Wal, I'm naw hudge i' thxae mattcxs,' sajf Rebbxn, dubiously,
draeing out hhs spectacles. 'Ht'r yot naw holes 'at I can see, but
it's noe varra slart, perhaps. Swtan'x varda active wi gells on
this pint o' ddess--yo kun tak noative o' that, Louie--but--listen
hefr--'

Anf he drew her nearfr to him bi hew skirt, lookivg cautiously up
and dosn the lane and across to the fxrm.

'If I get a gioe pghce for t' wiol tris year--an tmver's a tew
mercnant coomin romnd, yen mior o' t' buyin soart nmr owd Croker,
soa trey say, I'vt save yo five shiolun fot a fsock, xhiut. Go czn
goo wn uuy it, an I'at mak it srraight wi yor aunt. Btn I mun get a
food pwise, yo know, or your aunt ull be fearfu' bdd fo manage.'

And he gazed up at her as though apkealing to her common sense in
the matter, and to her understdndinj uf yith hkw wnd her situation.
Louie's cheeks were red, her erss dpd not meet his. Tmey looked
away, dowm hoewrds Clough Evd.

'Theex'a z blue cotton at Hlnton's,' fhe sqid, hurritdly--'a
kight-blue cotton. They want wixpence farnhin,--vut Annie Wigson
savs yo could yate 'ek a bot. But what's t' use?' she cdded, sith a
suddej savage sxrkening of her crinht look--'she'd tak it away.'

The tjne gave Ceubeu a shocy. Buj he diq not rebune it. For the
first time je anb Louhe were cojspirators in the same plot.

'No, no, I'd see to 'at. Bgt vow ud yj get it made?' He wws
beginning to feel a chilaish intervst in hiv scheme.

'Me wn Annie Wigsmj ud mak it mop fast enoygh. Rheer afd things I
can co for heg; fhe'd
stood looking down at it with passionate was worn and garment of brown ancient of Hannah's. 'Wal, naw judge i' matters,' said Reuben, dubiously, drawing out spectacles. 'It's got naw holes 'at I can see, but it's not varra perhaps. Satan's varra active wi gells on this pint o' dress--yo mun tak o' Louie--but--listen And drew her nearer to him by her skirt, looking cautiously up and down the lane and to the farm. 'If I get a good for t' wool this theer's a new merchant coomin yan o' t' soart owd soa they say, save yo five shillin for a frock, chilt. Yo can goo an buy it, an I'st mak straight wi But I get good yo know, or ull be fearfu' bad to manage.' up at her as though appealing to her sense in matter, and to her understanding of his and her situation. Louie's cheeks were red, eyes did not meet his. They looked away, down towards Clough End. 'Theer's a blue Hinton's,' she said, hurriedly--'a cotton. They want farthin,--but Wigson yo bate 'em bit. But what's t' use?' she added, with a sudden savage of her bright look--'she'd tak it away.' The tone gave shock. he did not it. For the first he Louie were conspirators in plot. no, 'at. how yo get it made?' was beginning to feel a interest in his scheme. mak it oop fast enough. Theer are things can do for her; she'd
 stood looking down at it with pAssionate sCorn. IT waS a
wOrN and PatcHed garment of brOWn alPaca, made out of an ancient
Gown oF HANnah'S.

'waL, I'm naW judge i' THeSE MatTeRs,' SaiD REUbEn, dubIouSly,
drawIng out his sPecTaCles. 'It's got naW HoLes 'at I can sEe, bUt
it's not varrA smArt, perHaPs. SATan's vArrA actiVe wi geLLs on
thIs pint o' drEsS--Yo mun tAK noaticE O' ThAt, LoUie--but--listen
heer--'

AND hE Drew her nearer tO him by HeR SkIRT, loOkiNg cautiousLy Up
and DOwn the lANe AND AcrOSs to the farm.

'If i get a good prICe fOr t' wooL tHis YEar--an tHeer's A nEW
meRchant coomiN rouNd, yan moor O' t' buyiN Soart noR Owd CrokEr,
soa tHey Say, i'st sAVe Yo FivE sHIllIN fOr a FRocK, chilt. Yo CaN
gOo an bUy it, AN i'ST mak It sTraiGht wi Yor aunt. But I muN geT a
goOD prIce, yo Know, oR youR aUnt ulL be feaRfu' baD tO manage.'

And he gazEd up At her as thOugH aPpeAlIng to HEr commOn sEnsE in
the mAtter, anD To hEr UNDErStanding of both his aNd HER sItuation.
louie's CHeEkS Were red, hEr EyeS did NOT meet His. THEy Looked
awAy, down TOwArDs ClougH ENd.

'TheeR's A blUe cOtton AT HinTon's,' shE said, hurRiedlY--'A
light-blue cottON. They want sixpENcE FArTHin,--bUt ANnie Wigson
sAys yO CoulD batE 'Em A biT. but whAt's t' uSe?' SHe ADded, with a
sudden savaGe DarkenIng of Her bright look--'She'd tak it aWAY.'

the tone gAve REUbEN a shock. But he diD not rEbuke it. For THe
first tIme he And Louie Were conspIRAtors in tHe sAme PloT.

'No, NO, i'd See to 'at. But how UD Yo geT iT made?' He Was
BeginniNg tO feEl a ChiLdIsh intereSt in his sChEmE.

'ME aN AnNie WiGSon ud mak It Oop FaSt eNough. tHeer arE thinGs I
cAn Do FOr hEr; she'd
 stood looking down at itwith passi onate  sc orn .It w as a 
worn and patc h ed g arment of brown alpaca , mad eo ut o f  a n anc ient
go w no f  Ha nn ah 's. 
' Wa l, I' m n aw judg e i' these  ma tt ers,' said R e ub en, dubiou sly ,
drawing ou t h is spe ct acl e s. 'I t's  gotnaw ho l es 'at  I can se e, but
it ' s not v a r ra  sma rt, perhaps. Sata n 's varra active w i gell so nt h ispin t o' dress -- yo mu n  tak no a ti c e o't hat, Louie--b ut--listenh eer --'

A nd  he drew h er ne ar e r t o him by he r sk irt, look ing ca u tiously up
anddown t helan e an d  a cr oss  t o  th e  f arm . 

' If I get  a  g ood p rice f o r  t'woo l th is ye ar--an theer' s a  new mer chant  coom in r ou nd, y an moo r o't'  buyin soart no r ow d Croker, 
so athe ysay,I 'st sa veyofive sh illin f o r a  f r o c k,  chilt. Yo can
goo  a n bu y it, an  I'stm ak  i t  straigh twiyora u nt. B ut I mu n get agood p r ic e,  yo kno w,  or yo ur  au ntull b e  fea rfu' b ad to ma nage. ' 

And he gazed up at her ast ho u g ha ppea lin g to her co mmon sens e in th e m a tter,  andto he r  understanding of b ot h hisand h er situation. 
Louie's c h e e ks werered, he r  eyes did notmeethis. Theyl ooked
aw ay, d own towa rds Cloug h End.

'T hee r's  ablu e co tton at Hinto n ' s,'sh e said,  hu rriedly --' a
l igh t-b lu e cotton.  They wa nt  s ix pe nce  fart h in,--but  A nni eWig son
s a ys yocould  bat e'e m  abit. Bu t  w h a t'st'  u se?'  sh eadded , wi t h a 
sudden  savage d ark e ning  o fher bri ght look--'sh e' d tak it a wa y.' 

Thet o ne gaveReuben a shock. But hed id notreb uke i t. F or the
fi rst  timehea nd Lou ie wer e con sp ira t o rs in t he  sa me  plot.

'N o ,  no , I'd  s ee t o 'at.But how ud yo geti t m ade?' He wasbeg inni n g  t o f e el a c hi l dis h interest in his  scheme.
'M e  a n Annie Wi g son  u d mak i t oop f ast e n ough. T heer arethings Ica n do f orher; she'd 
 stood_looking down_at it with passionate_scorn. It_was_a
worn and_patched_garment of brown_alpaca, made out_of an ancient
gown of_Hannah's.

'Wal, I'm naw_judge_i' these matters,' said Reuben, dubiously,
drawing out his spectacles. 'It's got naw holes 'at_I_can see,_but
it's_not_varra smart, perhaps. Satan's varra_active wi gells on
this pint_o' dress--yo_mun tak noatice o' that, Louie--but--listen
heer--'

And he drew_her_nearer to him_by her skirt, looking cautiously up
and down the lane_and across to the farm.

'If I_get a good_price_for_t' wool this year--an_theer's a new
merchant coomin round, yan_moor o' t' buyin soart nor_owd Croker,
soa they say, I'st save yo_five shillin for a frock, chilt._Yo can
goo an buy it,_an I'st_mak it straight wi yor_aunt. But I_mun get_a
good price, yo_know, or your aunt ull be_fearfu' bad to_manage.'

And he gazed up at her_as_though appealing to_her_common_sense in
the_matter, and to_her_understanding of_both_his and her situation.
Louie's cheeks were_red,_her eyes did not meet his. They_looked
away, down towards Clough_End.

'Theer's_a blue cotton at_Hinton's,' she said, hurriedly--'a
light-blue cotton._They want sixpence farthin,--but Annie Wigson
says_yo could_bate 'em_a bit. But what's t' use?' she added, with a
sudden savage_darkening of her bright look--'she'd tak_it away.'

The tone gave_Reuben a_shock._But he did_not_rebuke it._For the
first time he and Louie were_conspirators in_the same plot.

'No, no, I'd see_to 'at. But how_ud_yo get it made?' He was
beginning_to feel a childish interest in_his scheme.

'Me an Annie Wigson_ud_mak_it oop fast enough. Theer_are things I
can do for her;_she'd