“Well, miss!” I exclaimed, touching her shoulder; “you are not bent on getting your death, are you? Do you know what o’clock it is? Half past twelve. Come, come to bed! there’s no use waiting longer on that foolish boy: he’ll be gone to Gimmerton, and he’ll stay there now. He guesses we shouldn’t wait for him this late hour: at least, he guesses that only Mr. Hindley would be up; and he’d rather avoid having the door opened by the master.”
“Nay, nay, he’s noan at Gimmerton,” said Joseph. “I’s niver wonder but he’s at t’bothom of a bog-hoile. This visitation worn’t for nowt, and I wod hev ye to look out, miss — yah muh be t’ next. Thank Hivin for all! All warks togither for gooid to them as is chozzen, and piked out fro’ th’ rubbidge! Yah knaw whet t’ Scripture ses.” And he began quoting s
