It's a poor sort o' family he's got.

That Hannah Grieve's a hard un, I'll uphowd yo.

Theer's a deal o' her fault in 't, yo may mak sure.' Then she went to give 'Lias some brandy--he lived on little else now.

He dropped asleep again, and, coming back to the hearth, she consented to lie down before it while her friend watched.

Her failing frame was worn out with nursing and want of rest, and she was soon asleep.
When Davy awoke the room was full of a chill daylight.