CHAPTER II .-- THE BLACK CAT AND THE WHITE DOVE.
Little Jennet watched her sister's triumphant departure with a look in which there was far more of envy than sympathy, and, when her mother took her hand to lead her forth, she would not go, but saying she did not care for any such idle sights, went back sullenly to the inner room.
When there, however, she could not help peeping through the window, and saw Susan and Nancy join the revel rout, with feelings of increased bitterness.
"Ey wish it would rain an spile their finery," she said, sitting down on her stool, and plucking the flowers from her basket in pieces.

"An yet, why canna ey enjoy such seets like other folk?
Truth is, ey've nah heart for it." "Folks say," she continued, after a pause, "that grandmother Demdike is a witch, an con do os she pleases.

Ey wonder if she made Alizon so protty.

Nah, that canna be, fo' Alizon's na favourite o' hern.

If she loves onny one it's me.