A slight difficulty arose regarding terms, owing to a sudden increase in the price of commodities and a shortage of domestic labour. Everything had got so dear Mrs. Dyer could not understand how people lived: it seemed almost wicked of them to make the attempt, but then a funeral had got to be such a luxury it was perhaps cheaper to struggle on. That was what she and her husband were doing from day to day, with everything going up except their income. Luckily they were still able to sell a few doughnuts: people insisted upon them for their tea. The local doctor spoke highly of them, and most of the babies in the parish were brought up on their doughnuts, with a little beer occasionally--the doctor said it helped. After sleeping in that atmosphere Mr. Drake would find one good meal a day--a chop followed by bread-and-butter pudding--would be almost more than he could manage. She did not want to make a profit, but if he could pay five shillings a day, she thought with careful management she might not lose much. This matter arranged, George returned to Windward House, where the packers were as busy as a hen with one chicken. Miss Yard, feeling she must be doing something, was pinning sheets of newspaper round the mummy. Bessie was hindering Kezia from filling all manner of cases with various ornaments and photographs, which it was the custom to take away for the annual outing, although they were never removed from the boxes. Bessie felt uncomfortable, as it appeared to her Kezia was dismantling the place. "You don't want to take all them pictures," she said at last. "I'd feel lonely without 'em," explained Kezia. "You never took 'em last time you went to the seaside. You'm not going to be away more than two weeks." "Miss Sophy might fancy to be away a bit longer. I do like to have my little bits o' things round me, wherever I be." "What's the name of the place you'm going to?" "Miss Nellie will tell ye. 'Tis worry enough vor me to get ready without bothering where we'm going," replied the harassed Kezia. "Miss Sophy ses 'tis Drivelford." "'Tis something like that, I fancy," admitted Kezia, beginning to break down under cross-examination. "That's where Miss Sophy come from. It ain't seaside." "A river ain't far off," Kezia muttered. George had arrived and, hearing these voices, he tramped upstairs to save the situation. "They are going to Drivelmouth," he said. "I fancied Miss Nellie said Drivelford," remarked the futile Kezia. "I know she did, and that's where Miss Sophy come from. Why does she want to go back there again?" Bessie inquired warmly. "You ought to know by this time it's no use attending to what Miss Yard says. Drivelford is quite a different place from Drivelmouth, which happens to be on the sea just where that beautiful river, the Drivel, runs into it. There's a splendid sandy beach--and it's quite a new place they've just discovered," explained George.