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A WINDOW IN THRUMS
for ’im, but no expeckin’ a registerdy; na na, that
wouldna be reasonable.”
“Reasonable here, reasonable there, up you’ll be,
keekin’ (peering) through the blind to see if the
post’s cornin’; ay, an’ what’s mair, the post will
come, and a registerdy in his hand wi’ fifteen
shillings in’t at the least.”
“Dinna say fifteen, Leeby; I would never think
o’ sic a sum. Mebbe five ”
“ Five! I wonder to hear ye. Vera weel you
ken ’at since he had twenty-twa shillings in the
week he’s never sent less than half-a-sovereign.”
“No, but we canna expeck ”
“ Expeck ! No, but it’s no expeck, it’s get.”
On the Monday morning when I came down¬
stairs, Jess was in her chair by the window, beam¬
ing, a piece of paper in her hand. I did not
require to be told about it, but I was told. Jess
had been up before Leeby could get the fire lit,
with great difficulty reaching the window in her
bare feet, and many a time had she said that the
post must be by.
“ Havers,” said Leeby; “ he winna be for an hour
yet. Come awa’ back to your bed.”