animal painting

She wiped her eyes with her apron: the two girls, grave before,
looked sad now.
'But he is in a better place,' continued Hannah: 'we shouldn't wish
him here again. And then, nobody need to have a quieter death nor he
had.'
'You say he never mentioned us?' inquired one of the ladies.
'He hadn't time, bairn: he was gone in a minute, was your father.
He had been a bit ailing like the day before, but naught to signify;
and when Mr. St. John asked if he would like either o' ye to be sent
for, he fair laughed at him. He began again with a bit of a
heaviness in his head the next day- that is, a fortnight sin'- and
he went to sleep and niver wakened: he wor a'most stark when your
brother went into t' chamber and fand him. Ah, childer! that's t' last
o' t' old stock- for ye and Mr. St. John is like of different soart to
them 'at's gone; for all your mother wor mich i' your way, and
a'most as book-learned. She wor the pictur' o' ye, Mary: Diana is more
like your father.'
I thought them so similar I could not tell where the old servant
(for such I now concluded her to be) saw the difference. Both were