post-office order for ₤20! For ₤20, Sarah! Hid ta iver hear of t' like? But that's nowt to t' rest. Steve will be in Liverpool about t' both of this month, and he says we are all to be there, me and t' childer, and he hes a home in New York ready for us, and we are going, Sarah. Oh, my! Going away from all t' bad memories of cold and hunger and sorrow! And he's quartermaster of t' Arion, Sarah! Oh, my! oh, my! I niver, niver hoped for such a joy as this! Oh, my! oh, my!" and Joyce walked rapidly about the kitchen, with Steve's letter in one hand and the money-order in the other, far too much excited to talk sensibly for some time about the good news that had come to her.
Sarah kissed her heartily again. "Try and settle thysen a bit, Joyce," she pleaded; "there's a deal for thee to look after: Warm, decent clothing to get, and t' furniture to sell, and many a thing that thou won't want to sell to be packed up. Thou will hev to be busy night and day, I'll warrant."
"And thou will hev to stop from t' mill and and help me, for I'm that flustered I don't know what I am doing. I'll hev to rely on thee,
