Moscow might ha warmed yo, I'm thinkin, an--' But the weak husky voice gave way, and 'Lias fell back, still holding the curtain, though, in his emaciated hand, and straining his dim eyes on David.

Margaret, with tears, ran to him, tried to quiet him and to shut out the light from him again.

But he pushed her irritably aside.
'No, Margaret,--doan't intrude.

What d' yo know about it?
Yo know nowt, Margaret.

When did yo iver heer o' the Moscow campaign?
Let me be, woan't yo ?' But perceiving that he would not be quieted, she turned him on his pillows, so that he could see the boy at his ease.
'He's bin out i' th' wet, 'Lias dear, has Davy,' she said; 'and it's nobbut a clashy night.