I doan't want to see a mon like that settin' where my boy used to set, when he came home.

It goes agin me.

I can't soomhow put up wi' it.' And as she sat there opposite Nelly, her gnarled and work-stained hands resting on her knees, the tears suddenly ran over her cheeks.

But she quickly apologised for herself.

'The truth is I am run doon, Mrs.
Sarratt.