"The nicest thing we can do, Bess, is to go on shifting, one bit now and agin. Kezia won't notice nothing, if us takes 'em gradual." "Where can us hide them?" asked Bessie. "We can't put 'em over in the cottage. Kezia ain't such a vule as you think. If I wur to take a kitchen spine she'd miss it." "She never found out about the last lot," Robert reminded her. "Policeman went away sudden and forgot to tell her. We'll have to shift those things, vor rainy weather'll be starting soon, and that musical box will spoil inside the peatstack." "I'll get 'em out avore they comes back home; I b'ain't ashamed of claiming what be rightly ours. I told policeman we'd took what belonged to us, and he said 'twas all right this time, but us mustn't do it too often. I'm going to shift a few more pieces across the way in a day or two." "Best wait till Miss Sophy dies," said Bessie nervously. "We'll let the big furniture bide till then. Where's Miss Sophy going to be buried?" "Somewhere in London, she ses. Said she wouldn't be buried here if they paid her vor it." "That's got it!" cried Robert. "When Kezia goes to the funeral, I'll shift the furniture." "Don't that seem like trying to get the better of her?" "Ain't she trying to deprive us of our rightful property? Don't she want to see me and you cut off wi' a fry pan? See what's wrote on this paper--'I want Bessie to have all the furniture in the spare bedroom.' And on this one--'all the furniture in the dining room.' And on this here--'all the stuff in the kitchen.' Ain't that clear?" "Sure enough," said Bessie. "Then there's the house and garden; worth a thousand pounds, I reckon." "It seems as how Mrs. Drake never left the place to no one, unless it wur to Miss Sophy. But, I tell ye, Kezia means to have it." "Parson had best keep his eyes open, or she'll slip off wi' the church," said Robert grimly. "If Miss Sophy ha' got it, 'tis only vor her life. She can't keep it afterwards," explained Bessie. "So Nellie can't get it, and Mr. George ain't to have nothing, and I'll watch Kezia don't have it, though I wouldn't mind letting her the attic where they keeps the boxes." "What about Mr. Percy!" "Well, there! I never thought of him. But the house belonged to Captain Drake, and he didn't like Mr. Percy, so it don't seem right the place should go to him." "Mr. George would know." "'Tis him, I fancy, who's been knocking such a lot," said Bessie. "Go and let 'en in," directed Robert. "He can't do us any harm, and he may do us a bit of gude."