It's time thee wast in bed.

Thee't bring on the pain in thy side again." "Well, she may hold her if the child 'ull go to her," said Mrs.Poyser.
Hetty went close to the rocking-chair, and stood without her usual smile, and without any attempt to entice Totty, simply waiting for her aunt to give the child into her hands.
"Wilt go to Cousin Hetty, my dilling, while mother gets ready to go to bed?
Then Totty shall go into Mother's bed, and sleep there all night." Before her mother had done speaking, Totty had given her answer in an unmistakable manner, by knitting her brow, setting her tiny teeth against her underlip, and leaning forward to slap Hetty on the arm with her utmost force.

Then, without speaking, she nestled to her mother again.
"Hey, hey," said Mr.Poyser, while Hetty stood without moving, "not go to Cousin Hetty?
That's like a babby.

Totty's a little woman, an' not a babby." "It's no use trying to persuade her," said Mrs.Poyser.

"She allays takes against Hetty when she isn't well.