"Four days sin'. No one would give him work here, and he'd to go on tramp toward Greenfield. But he might ha' been back afore this, or sent me some word if he'd getten work. He might----"
"Oh, don't blame him," said Margaret. "He felt it deeply, I'm sure----"
"Willto' hold thy din, and let me hear the lady speak!" addressing herself, in no very gentle voice, to a little urchin of about a year old. She apologetically continued to Margaret, "He's always mithering me for 'daddy' and 'butty'; and I ha' no butties to give him, and daddy's away, and forgotten us a', I think. He's his father's darling, he is," said she, with a sudden turn of mood, and, dragging the child up to her knee, she began kissing it fondly.

'Four days. No one would give him work here, and he'd to go on tramp toward Greenfield. But he might ha' sent me some word.'
'Oh, don't blame him,' said Margaret. 'He felt it deeply, I'm sure-'
'Willto' hold thy din, and let me hear the lady speak!' she said, in no gentle voice, to a little urchin of about a year old. She apologised to Margaret. 'He's always mithering me for "daddy" and "butty;" and I ha' no butties to give him, and daddy's forgotten us, I think. He's his father's darling, he is.' With a sudden turn of mood, she began kissing the child fondly.
