out.

"T' sir was there, and prayed for her; but she was past praying with.
I suppose it was right, but none could think there was much good in
it, and sa at lang last she made her flittin', and a' was over, and
old Dame Crowl was shrouded and coffined, and Squire Chevenix was
wrote for. But he was away in France, and the delay was sa lang, that
t' sir and doctor both agreed it would not du to keep her langer out
o' her place, and no one cared but just them two, and my aunt and the
rest o' us, from Applewale, to go to the buryin'. So the old lady of
Applewale was laid in the vault under Lexhoe Church; and we lived up
at the great house till such time as the squire should come to tell
his will about us, and pay off such as he chose to discharge.

"I was put into another room, two doors away from what was Dame
Crowl's chamber, after her death, and this thing happened the night
before Squire Chevenix came to Applewale.

"The room I was in now was a large square chamber, covered wi' yak
pannels, but unfurnished except for my bed, which had no curtains to
it, and a chair and a table, or so, that looked nothing at all in such
a big room. And the big looking-glass, that the old lady used to keek
into and admire herself from head to heel, now that there was na mair
o' that wark, was put out of the way, and stood against the wall in my
room, for there was shiftin' o' many things in her chamber ye may
suppose, when she came to be coffined.

"The news had come that day that the squire was to be down next
morning at Applewale; and not sorry was I, for I thought I was sure to
be sent home again to my mother. And right glad was I, and I was