'There's plenty of time,' said Oswald; and he and Dicky rushed into another room, and got a feather-bed and bedclothes, and hunched them down the stairs, and dragged them half a field away, and made a bed in a nice dry ditch. And then we consented to carry the unfortunate bed-woman to it. The house was full of smoke by this time, though it hadn't yet caught fire; and I tell you we felt just like heroic firemen as we stumbled down the crookety narrow stairs, back first, bearing the feet of the sick woman. Oswald did so wish he had had a fireman's helmet to put on! When we got the fading Lily to her dry ditch, she clutched Oswald's arm and whispered: 'Save the sticks!' 'What sticks?' asked Oswald, who thought it was the ragings of delirium. 'She means the furniture,' said Eliza; 'but I'm afraid its doom is written on high.' [Illustration: 'We consented to carry the unfortunate bed-woman to it.'--Page 76] 'Rubbish!' said Oswald kindly; and we flew back, us boys dragging Eliza with us. There didn't seem to be much furniture in the house, but when we began to move it, it at once seemed to multiply itself with the rapidity of compound interest. We got all the clothes out first, in drawers and clothes-baskets, and tied up in sheets. Eliza wasn't much use. The only thing she could do was to look for a bed-key to unscrew the iron bedsteads; but Oswald and Dicky toiled on. They carried out chairs and tables and hearthrugs. As Oswald was staggering on under a Windsor armchair, with a tea-tray and an ironing-board under his arms, he ran into a man. 'What's up?' said he. 'Fire!' said Oswald. 'I seed that,' said the man. Oswald shoved the chair and other things on to the man. 'Then lend a hand to get the things away,' he said. And more and more people came, and all worked hard; but Oswald and Dicky did most. Eliza never even found that bed-key, because when she saw people beginning to come thicker and thicker across the fields, like ants hurrying home, she went out and told everyone over and over again that Honeysett had got the key. Then a woman came along, and Eliza got her into a corner by the stairs and jawed. I heard part of the jaw. 'An' pore Mrs. Simpkins, her man he's gone to Ashford Market with his beasts and the three other men, and me and my man said we'd have Liz up at my place, her being my sister, so as Honeysett could go off to Romney about the sheep. But she wouldn't come, not though we brought the light cart over for her. So we thought it best Honeysett stayed about his work, and go for the sheep to-morrow.' 'Then the house would ha' been all empty but for her not being wishful to go along of you?' Oswald heard the other say. 'Yes,' said Eliza; 'an' so you see----' 'You keep your mouth shut,' the other woman fiercely said; 'you're Lily's sister, but Tom, he's my brother. If you don't shut your silly mouth you'll be getting of them into trouble. It's insured, ain't it?' 'I don't see,' said Eliza.