"Ye'll make it out as trouble's a good thing, like HE allays does.

But where's the use o' talkin' to me a-that'n?
Ye canna make the smart less wi' talkin'.

Ye'll ne'er make me believe as it's better for me not to ha' my old man die in's bed, if he must die, an' ha' the parson to pray by him, an' me to sit by him, an' tell him ne'er to mind th' ill words I've gi'en him sometimes when I war angered, an' to gi' him a bit an' a sup, as long as a bit an' a sup he'd swallow.

But eh! To die i' the cold water, an' us close to him, an' ne'er to know; an' me a-sleepin', as if I ne'er belonged to him no more nor if he'd been a journeyman tramp from nobody knows where!" Here Lisbeth began to cry and rock herself again; and Dinah said, "Yes, dear friend, your affliction is great.

It would be hardness of heart to say that your trouble was not heavy to bear.