"For," said she, smiling, "them that wants Susan Palmer wants a kind friend of ours; so we, in a manner, call cousins. Sit down, missus, sit down. I'll wipe the chair, so that it shanna dirty your cloak.
My mother used to wear them bright cloaks, and they're right gradely things again a green field.""Han ye known Susan Palmer long?" asked Mrs. Leigh, pleased with the admiration of her cloak.
"Ever since they comed to live in our street. Our Sally goes to her school.""Whatten sort of a lass is she, for I ha' never seen her?""Well, as for looks, I cannot say. It's so long since I first knowed her, that I've clean forgotten what I thought of her then. My master says he never saw such a smile for gladdening the heart. But maybe it's not looks you're asking about. The best thing I can say of her looks is, that she's just one a stranger would stop in the street to ask help from if he needed it. All the little childer creeps as close as they can to her; she'll have as many as three or four hanging to her apron all at once.""Is she cocket at all?"
"Cocket, bless you! you never saw a creature less set up in all your life. Her father's cocket enough. No! she's not cocket any way.
