To think o' that dear cherub! And we found her wi' her little shoes stuck i' the mud an' crying fit to break her heart by the far horse-pit.

But Hetty never minded it, I could see, though she's been at the nussin' o' the child ever since it was a babby.

It's my belief her heart's as hard as a pebble." "Nay, nay," said Mr.Poyser, "thee mustn't judge Hetty too hard.

Them young gells are like the unripe grain; they'll make good meal by and by, but they're squashy as yet.

Thee't see Hetty 'll be all right when she's got a good husband and children of her own." "I don't want to be hard upo' the gell.