"Well, my dear, there’s the Rosevears of St. Issy and St. Minver and there’s the Trudgians to Wadebridge and the Jackas and Sowdens and Trebilcocks. They’m all relations, you knaw. Tell ’em your poor auntie died in ’er sleep and the funeral’s goin’ to be—" she paused, remembering day and hour had been left for the undertaker to fix. "Well, now you must leave a place for that and put it in after we know." She glanced about the kitchen, which for Hember looked cheerless, being indeed dusty and unswept. "And when you’ve finished the writing, you better try and clean up a bit." "Why—you aren’t goin’ back, are you?" "Yes, I must for a bit, but I shan’t be long. You’ll find there’s plenty for yer to do. Time quickly goes when you’re busy." She nodded briskly and, refusing to be moved by her daughter’s unwillingness, set off down the lane. She had left the cleaning of Wastralls well begun. Above stairs and below, the rooms had to be turned out, scrubbed and set in order; and, no doubt, this washing and polishing, though applied to an already clean house, had its useful side. It affected not only the walls and furniture but the emotions of the workers and was a panacea for inconvenient feelings. Grief expended itself in hard conscientious rubbings and nerves were turned, to the benefit of their owners, into elbow-grease. Mrs. Tom, having set every one to work, had thought she might slip away without being missed but, on her return, heard her name being called about the house. The undertaker had come to measure the body for its wooden dress and she was required to bring him into the room where Sabina, her hands folded over the Bible on her chest, lay sleeping. Mrs. Bate, in her capacity of Stripper, had already conducted thither a number of admiring visitors but they had been without exception of her own sex. The old woman was by no means shy, nevertheless when Henwood drove up behind a black long-tailed horse, which seemed surprised at being required to move at other than a walking pace, she hurried in search of Mrs. Tom. "If you don’t mind, my dear," she said with something as near a blush as her old cheeks could show, "I’d rather for you to take’n in." Mrs. Tom agreed. "I don’t mind. I’ll do it if you want for me to." The other emphasized her feelings by a tap on Mrs. Tom’s arm. "The truth is, I was always a bit shy and I don’t like tellin’ about they laigs. Laigs is laigs and I can ’ardly explain them to a man." Which shows that Mrs. Bate, in spite of the illegitimacy of Janey and Jenifer, had a modest mind. "Why, my dear life, ’e’s used to laigs. Been measurin’ bodies all ’is lifetime. ’E wouldn’t take any notice of ’em, or you, uther." "Well, other bodies got laigs but this one ’aven’t got any. Don’t seem hardly decent to talk about ’em."