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Home-Life of the Lancashire Factory Folk during the Cotton Famine

CHAPTER VIII
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I couldn't think o' sellin' 'em; or else, yo see, we've sold nearly everything we had.

I did try to pawn 'em, too, thinkin' we could get 'em back again when things came round; but, I can assure yo, I couldn't find a broker anywhere that would tak' 'em in." "Well, Missis," said my companion, "yo have one comfort; you are always clean." "Eh, bless yo!" replied she, "I couldn't live among dirt! My husban' tells me that I clean all the luck away; but aw'm sure there's no luck i' filth; if there is, anybody may tak' it for me." The rain had stopt again; and after my friend had made a note respecting some additional relief for the family, we bade the woman good day.

We had not gone far before a little ragged lass looked up admiringly at two pinks I had stuck in my buttonhole, and holding up her hand, said, "Eh, gi' me a posy!" My friend pointed to one of the cottages we passed, and said that the last time he called there, he found the family all seated round a large bowl of porridge, made of Indian meal.

This meal is sold at a penny a pound.

He stopped at another cottage and said, "Here's a house where I always find them reading when I call.


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