had th' fever soa long." "So we did, awd forgetten."

Ageean nawther on em spake for a bit, an th' wind howl'd raaad th'
haase, an rain beat ageean th' panes, an all on a sudden Rosa jump'd up
an sed--

"Louisa, dooan't yo' remember when mother wor deein, shoo sed ther wor a
little tin box i' her trunk, an at if ivver we wor i' onny trouble we
wor to look inside ov it."

"Aw think aw do, but aw nivver saw th' box, whear is it?"

"Aw dooan't know, unless its i'th trunk still, let's hev a look for it."

They gate a cannel an went upstairs, an varry sooin coom daan ageean wi
a owd tin trunk at they put on th' hearthstun. Louisa oppened it, an
start'd rummagin abaat amang a whole lot o' odds an ends o' wearin
apparel, an reight daan i'th bottom corner her hand coom agean summat
hard.

"Here it is," shoo sed, as shoo pool'd aght a little flat tin box, abaat
eight inches long an six inches wide an appen hawf an inch thick.

One end ov it wor made to slide off, but it wor soa rusty for want o'
use 'at it tuk a bit o' bother to loise it, but at last off it coom, an
Louisa put in her finger and pool'd aght--not a savins bank book wi a
gooid raand sum o' money on its pages--but three owd numbers o'th Clock
Almanack.

Poor lasses, they'd been expectin sich things aght o' this box, at when