"Ay," he replied shortly. Then, after a moment's silence, he added, looking up for the first time: "I'm not wanting brass. Dunno yo' think it. Bess, poor lass, had a little stock under her pillow, ready to slip into my hand, last moment, and Mary is fustian-cutting. But I'm out of work a' the same."
"We owe Mary some money," said Mr. Hale, before Margaret's sharp pressure on his arm could arrest the words.
"If hoo takes it, I'll turn her out o' doors. I'll bide inside these four walls, and she'll bide out. That's a'."
"But we owe her many thanks for her kind service," began Mr. Hale again.

'Ay,' he replied shortly. Then, after a moment's silence, he added, looking up for the first time: 'I'm not wanting brass. Bess, poor lass, had a little stock under her pillow ready to give me, and Mary is fustian-cutting.'
'We owe Mary some money,' said Mr. Hale.
'If hoo takes it, I'll turn her out o' doors.'
'But we owe her many thanks for her kind service,' began Mr. Hale again.
