heartening.'

'Canna you stop meddling wi' the music and come to supper?' asked
Hazel. The harp was always called 'the music,' just as Abel's
mouth-organ was 'the little music.'

She reached down the flitch to cut some bacon off, and her dress,
already torn, ripped from shoulder to waist.

'If you dunna take needle to that, you'll be mother-naked afore a
week's out,' said Abel indifferently.

'I mun get a new un,' said Hazel. 'It unna mend. I'll go to town
to-morrow.'

'Shall you bide with yer auntie the night over?'

'Ah.'

'I shanna look for your face till I see your shadow, then. You can
bring a tuthree wreath-frames. There's old Samson at the Yeath unna
last long; they'll want a wreath made.'

Hazel sat and considered her new dress. She never had a new one till
the old one fell off her back, and then she usually got a second-hand
one, as a shilling or two would buy only material if new, but would
stretch to a ready-made if second-hand.

'Foxy'd like me to get a green velvet,' said Hazel. She always
expressed her intense desires, which were few, in this formula. It was