"Can't you get warm?" he asked.
"I shall by an' by—don't you bother. I'm taking your seat—are you stopping here all night?"
"Yes."
"I'll be goin' in a bit," she said.
"Nay, I non want you to go. I'm thinkin' how you could get warm."
"Don't you bother about me," she remonstrated, almost irritably.
"I just want to see as the stacks is all right. You take your shoes an' stockin's an' all your wet things off: you can easy wrap yourself all over in that rug, there's not so much of you."
"It's raining—I s'll be all right—I s'll be going in a minute."
"I've got to see as the stacks is safe. Take your wet things off."
"Are you coming back?" she asked.
"I mightn't, not till morning."
"Well, I s'll be gone in ten minutes, then. I've no rights to be here, an' I s'll not let anybody be turn
