they saw what it contain'd they booath started o' cryin agean.

"Poor mother," sed Rosa, "shoo allus used to say 'at if shoo wor low
spirit'd or i' trubble th' "Clock Almanack" allus cheer'd her up, an
shoo must ha thowt it wod cheer us up too."

An then they cried agean, for nawther on em felt at all inclin'd for
readin noa comic stooaries, or thowt at they'd find much comfort i'th
Yorksher dialect that neet; soa Louisa put em back into th' box an
nivver oppen'd em--but as th' box wor rayther thin, shoo had to slide em
in one at a time, an as shoo wor puttin in th' second one, th' remainin
almanac slipt off her knee onto th' floor, an tho' shoo didn't see it, a
bit o' white paper fell aght ov it an lay under th' table.

When th' box wor put away they went to bed withaat supper, an cried
thersens to sleep, an th' paper laid thear under th' table all neet, an
a couple o' braan mice play'd all raand it, an used it insteead ov a
table cloth to eat ther supper off.

I'th mornin when Rosa coom daan to leet th' fire th' piece o' paper wor
th' furst thing shoo saw when shoo took th' shut daan; shoo picked it up
an turn'd it ovver, an thear if it worn't a Ten Paand Bank o' England
Nooat. Tawk abaat rejoicins, jewbilee days is nowt to that mornin.
Louisa nearly went off her chump an they'd th' best braikfast they'd had
for years.

They hadn't noa daat as to whear it had come thro' for it wor dated th'
year at ther mother deed, they knew at it must ha been hers, an it had
no daat been i'th trunk an tummell'd aght when they wor turnin things
ovver--they had another look but ther wor noa mooar. It wor Rosa at