"And what's all this about going away? Mr. Percy come here, and I heard 'en tell about finding a house, and Miss Sophy does nought 'cept worry about packing and getting off, and her talks all day about a place called Drivelford. Nobody tells me nothing about it." "Miss Sophy has told you a great deal." "I don't pay no attention to what she ses. Mrs. Drake said Miss Sophy wur to die here, and be put away in Highfield churchyard, and nothing was to be touched in her lifetime." "But surely Miss Sophy can please herself!" "Mrs. Drake said I wur to look after Miss Sophy," muttered Kezia. "And so you shall. We are going away, as Miss Sophy really ought to live in a place where she can see a few people. We have taken a house in Drivelford, which is where she used to live, and we shall go there some time this month. Kezia, I want you not to mention this to anyone, not even to Bessie," said Nellie impressively. "Well, I never!" gasped Kezia. "I fancied we should never be going away from here, and I don't think it's right. I'm sure Mrs. Drake wouldn't like it. What sort of a place is this Drivelford?" "Oh, it's quite a bright little town, and a lot of old people go there to live because the death rate is only seven and a half in a thousand." "What do that mean?" asked Kezia. "Statistics are beyond me, but I suppose if means that out of a thousand people only seven and a half die." "What happens to the old folk what don't die? How long do the person what half dies bide like that? Do he get better or worse? How be us to know whether me, and you, and Miss Sophy, won't be among the seven? I can't sense the meaning of it." "It does seem rather hard to explain, especially as Drivelford has the biggest cemetery I ever saw in my life. You will like the place, Kezia. There are plenty of houses and rows of shops--one very big one, called Field, Stanley, and Robinson, where you can buy anything." "I'd like to be among a few shops," said Kezia more cheerfully. "Ain't Stanley the name of that dreadful woman what came to Black Anchor?" "I believe that was the name, but it is quite a common one. There are no Stanleys in Drivelford anyhow; but there are three churches and two chapels." "That'll keep us busy on Sundays," said Kezia delightedly. "And there's an electric theatre." "What's that?" asked Kezia suspiciously. "A place where they show pictures." "I won't go there. I've heard a lot of loud talk about them places. I heard of a young woman who went into one, and was never seen again. That Stanley woman came from an electric theatre, where there was singing and dancing and showing their legs, you may depend. Ah, they'll be weeping and wailing and gnashing their teeth some day. Is there a dentist in Drivelford?" "Yes, and several undertakers, and a huge lunatic asylum," cried Nellie.