"Oh, it's their holidays, is it?"
"Aye; the school's always shut up in holiday time. Miss Aubrey and Mrs. Franklin goes away too."
The news appeared to make Bob thoughtful, and he pondered over it for a few moments.
"I suppose that young lady'll be takin' that little cupboard with her," he remarked at last.
"What little cupboard?"
"Why, you stupid, the one as she put in the picture with Granny Blundell and our Hugh. She'd bought it from Mrs. Stubbs."
"Oh, I remember. Yes, if she's bought it and paid for it, of course she'll be takin' it with her."
"It's hard for a poor man to be tied to his bed as helpless as a log!" groaned Bob. "Goodness knows what she'll do with it if she takes it away! Sell it again, maybe. Anyways, I shall be off the track of it."
"What do you mean?" queried his wife. "I can't see as you've got aught to do with Miss Marsden's cupboard."
"You never could see farther than your nose, Jane. Some of they young ladies has been very good to a poor man. I'd a-died if they hadn't found me in the wood."