Here's his wife and daughter.

Come out now," said she addressing him, "say a word or two to them outside." Just as she spoke, Mrs.Dalton and the poor invalid, Mary, entered the house: the one with some scanty supply of food, and the other bearing a live coal between two turf, one under and the other over it.
"Wait," said Sarah, "I'll speak to them before they come in." And, ere the words were uttered, she met them.
"Come here, Mrs.Dalton," said she; "stop a minute, speak to this poor girl, and support her.

These sogers, and the constables inside, is come about Sullivan's business, long ago." "I know it," replied Mrs.Dalton; "I've just heard all about it, there beyond; but she," pointing to her daughter, "has only crossed the ditch from the commons, and joined me this minute." "Give me these," said Sarah to the girl, "and stay here till I come out again, wet as it is.

Your mother will tell you why." She took the fire from her as she spoke, and, running in, laid it upon the hearth, placing, at the same time, two or three turf about in a hurried manner, but still in a way that argued great presence of mind, amid all her distraction.

On going out again, however, the first object she saw was one of the soldiers supporting the body of poor Mary, who had sunk under the intelligence.