"Aw shud think so i'deed," cried my mother; "my own sister. If yo' can't look to yo'r own in th' time o' need, what's relations for aw shud like to know. Onybody 'll stan' yo'r friend when yo'r i' no need o' frien's. It's trouble tries folk. Nah, thee drink this cup o' tea, Matty, an' nivver heed drawin' to th' table. Sit wher' tha art an' keep thi feet on th' fender. An', see yo', there's a drop o' rum i' thi tea, tho' aw dunnot hold wi' it as a reg'lar thing, for wilful waste ma'es woful want, but it'll warm thee an' hearten thi up. Tha' looks as if tha hadn't a drop o' blood i' thi body, poor thing." "Hast ta any notion o' what tha'd like doin' for George?" asked my father. "Nay, it'll be a law job, that's all aw know. But see, awm noan come a beggin'. Aw dunnot know what William 'ud say, if he knew; but yo'll noan tell." And my aunt lifted her dress and from under the skirt drew a linen bag, which she placed upon the table. "Count that." she said. My father turned over the greasy, dirty notes, pound notes of the Huddersfield Commercial Bank, Ingham's, wetting his forefinger and counting aloud, very grave, as he always was whenever he counted money. He used to say it gave him a turn, when he went to the Bank, to see the flippant way the young men handled the money across the counter--"But they don't know its valley, or they'd noan finger it so free," he would say. "A hundred pounds, neither more nor less," he said, after the third counting and blowing of each note to see two hadn't stuck together. "Wherever did ta get it, Matty?" "Aw saved it out o' th' housekeepin' brass 'at Wood gives me. Aw'd meant it for George' on th' day he should be wed--but nah!" "It'll come in useful ony road," said my father. "Am aw to keep it for thee?" "Aye, it's for th' law." "Has ta any fancy?" "Nay, tha knows best." "What does ta say to 'Torney Blackburn? He's allus done my bit." "Aw dunnot know. Aw reckon there's not much to choose among 'em he mun be th' best brass can buy." "Well there's young Allison; aw don't know but what he'd be more cut out for a job like this. But they say he's for th' Crown. Him an' Justice Radcliffe ha' been here, there an' everywheer huntin' up evidence agen th' 'sizes." "Aye, trust th' quality for havin' th' best o' everything," spoke my mother. "Well, if tha thinks 'Torney Blackburn can be trusted, tha can set him on. But awm feart them lawyers is all in a string. Yo' never know who yo' can trust these days." "Well yo' see," said my father, "we'n got to trust 'em an' pray for th' best. Aw supposes there's summot i' th' nature o' th' law 'at makes it difficult for th' best on 'em to be ony better nor he sud be; an' happen if they warn't a bit crooked theirsen, they'd noan be fit to straighten other folk's twists. But 'speak of a man as yo' find him,' say I, an' aw've allus fun 'Torney Blackburn as straight as they make 'em. But aw wish we could ha' had Mr. Allison all th' same." "Why?" asked my aunt.