"Give me the child, my dear," said its mother to Charley, "and thank you kindly too! Jenny, woman dear, good night! Young lady, if my master don't fall out with me, I'll look down by the kiln by and by, where the boy will be most like, and again in the morning!" She hurried off, and presently we passed her hushing and singing to her child at her own door and looking anxiously along the road for her drunken husband.

"Thank you kindly!" said Liz to Charley and me. "Jenny, dear, good night! Young lady, I'll look down by the kiln by and by, where the boy will be most like, and again in the morning!" She hurried off, looking anxiously along the road for her drunken husband.
