NOTHING TO BE SCABED OF.
There has been a severe gale during the night, and a iarge tree was blown down, falling dangerously close to the little cottage occupied by Widow Simpson. Next morning the vicar called on the old lady to congratulate her on her narrow escape from serious injury, and even worse.
"You must have very good nerves, Mrs. Simpson," he said. "Didn't the great noiso the tree must have made frighten you ut all?
"No, I can't say as 'ow it did, air," replied tho widow calmly. "It wook mo up for sure, but I thowt as it wor only my eldest son 'erb a-fallin' out a' bed."
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Evening Post, Volume C, Issue 87, 9 October 1920, Page 14
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