"Hou'd up, man. Thy lile Jack shall na' clem. I ha' gotten brass, and we'll go buy the chap a sup o' milk an' a good four-pounder this very minute. What's mine's thine, sure enough, i' thou'st i' want. Only, dunnot lose heart, man!" continued he, as he fumbled in a tea-pot for what money he had. "I lay yo my heart and soul we'll win for a' this: it's but bearing on one more week, and yo' just see th' way th' masters 'll come round, praying on us to come back to our mills. An' the Union--that's to say, I--will take care yo've enough for th' childer and th' missus. So dunnot turn faint-heart, and go to th' tyrants a-seeking work."
The man turned round at these words,--turned round a face so white, and gaunt, and tear-furrowed, and hopeless, that its very calm forced Margaret to weep.

'Hold up, man. Thy lile Jack shall na' clem. I have brass, and we'll go buy the chap a sup o' milk an' a loaf this very minute. What's mine is thine. Only, dunnot lose heart, man!' continued he, fumbling in a tea-pot for money. 'Just one more week, and yo'll see how th' masters'll come round, praying us to come back to our mills. An' th' Union - that's to say, I will take care yo've enough for th' childer and th' missus.'
The man turned a face so white, and gaunt, and tear-furrowed, and hopeless, that its very calm forced Margaret to weep. 