An say good-bye to 'Lias.

He's that wick this mornin--ain't yo, 'Lias ?' And with a tender cheerfulness she ran across to 'Lias and told him Davy was going.
'Good-bye, Davy, my lad, good-bye,' murmured the old man, as he felt the boy's strong fingers touching his.

'Have yo been readin owt, Davy, since we saw yo?
It's a long time, Davy.' 'No, nowt of ony account,' said David, looking away.
'Ay, but yo mun keep it up.

Coom when yo like; I've not mony books, but yo know yo can have 'em aw.

I want noan o' them now, do I, Marg'ret?
But I want for nowt--nowt.