"There!" says Jo, pointing. "Over yinder. Among them piles of bones, and close to that there kitchin winder! They put him wery nigh the top. They was obliged to stamp upon it to git it in. I could unkiver it for you with my broom if the gate was open. That's why they locks it, I s'pose," giving it a shake. "It's always locked. Look at the rat!" 
"There!" says Jo, pointing. "Over yinder. Among them piles of bones, wery nigh the top. They was obliged to stamp upon it to git it in. I could unkiver it for you with my broom if the gate was open," giving it a shake, "but it's always locked. Look at the rat!" 