"Poor Bessy!" said Margaret, turning round to her. "You sigh over it all. You don't like struggling and fighting as your father does, do you?"
"No!" said she, heavily. "I'm sick on it. I could have wished to have had other talk about me in my latter days, than just the clashing and clanging and clattering that has ever wearied a' my life long, about work and wages, and masters, and hands, and knobsticks.

'Poor Bessy!' said Margaret, turning to her. 'You sigh over it all. You don't like fighting, do you?'
'No!' said she, heavily. 'I'm sick on it. I've been wearied all my life wi' the clashing and clattering about work and wages.'
