A few more such irregular savings, and, if an opening turned up for David, he could pay the money and pack off the lad before Hannah could look round.

He could never do it under her opposition, but he thought he could do it and take the consequences--he _thought_ he could.
He opened his own gate.

There on the house doorstep stood Hannah, whiter and grimmer than ever.
'Reuben Grieve,' she said quickly, 'your nevvy's run away.

An if yo doan't coom and keep your good-for-nothin niece in her place, and make udder foak keep a civil tongue i' their head to your wife, I'll leave your house this neet, as sure as I wor born a Martin!' Reuben stumbled into the house.

There was a wild rush downstairs, and Louie fell upon him, David's blow showing ghastly plain in her white quivering face.
'Whar's Davy ?' she said.