s
beside; soa they gate daan th' mouldy piece at they'd look'd at th' neet
befooar, an to ther joy they faand aght at th' stains wor only on th'
two aghtside folds, an inside it wor all reight an wod mak th' dress
weel enuff.

They'd a happy day as yo can guess, an at dinner time they sent a bit o'
beef an Yorksher puddin to a poorly woman at liv'd daan th' yard, an
like all fowk at does a gooid turn to them at's war off nor thersens,
they felt better for it. That neet when th' shop wor shut, they sat daan
beside th' assnook an began o' tawkin ha different things seemed thro'
what they had done th' neet befooar.

"Just to think," sed Rosa, "last neet we'd nobbut ten shillin an th'
rent to pay; an naah we've th' rent paid, an nearly five paand beside,
an a dress to mak into th' bargain."

"Eah!" Louisa went on, "an just fancy sellin yond owd bonnet at we've
had soa long, to that owd woman at sed shoo couldn't bide new fashioned
things."

"Well we've had bad luck long enuff, aw hope it'll turn nah--if we could
nobbut get a bit o' brass, we'd buy Miss Simpson's shop i' front
street." An soa they tawked on poor lasses i'th gladness o' ther hearts,
for it wor wi them as it is wi a seet o' others i' this cowd hard world,
they'd had soa mich claady weather at a bit o' sunshine wor ommost mooar
nor they could understand. After they'd had ther supper, Louisa sed,
"Rosa, last neet aw felt as if aw couldn't bear to read in them owd
Clock Almanacs o' mothers, but aw feel to-neet as if a gooid stooary
wodn't come amiss."

"Aw'll read one," sed Rosa, an shoo gate up an gate th' little tin case
aght o'th box, an took th' Almanacs aght:--

"Ther's eighteen seventy fower, an five, an six, which shall aw read
aght on?"

"Th' owdest one," Louisa answered, "tho' noa daat they'll all be gooid."

Rosa pickt seventy fower aght, an oppen'd it, an as shoo did soa a crisp
bit o' white paper fell aght, Louisa catcht it befooar it gate to th'
floor, an thear it wor a five paand nooat.

"Turn ovver th' leeaves," Louisa cried, "Quick! Quick!"

Rosa did soa, an a reglar little shaar o' nooats fell aght--it wor th
same i'th t'other Almanacs, an when they'd gooan throo all th' pages
they'd quite a little pile on em--some wor fivers, some tenners, an ther
wor one for twenty paand. "Aw see wot dear, dear mother meant when shoo
sed if ivver we wor i' onny trubble, we wor to luk into th' little tin
box."

Ther wor nearly three hundred paand