Gownd

"“Cos,” says Jo with a perplexed stare but without being at all shaken in his certainty, “cos that there’s the wale, the bonnet, and the gownd. It is her and it an’t her. It an’t her hand, nor yet her rings, nor yet her woice. But that there’s the wale, the bonnet, and the gownd, and they're wore the same way wot she wore ’em, and it’s her height wot she wos, and she giv me a sov’ring and hooked it.”"