This was a critical moment in Bessie's career; to have yielded then would have meant the complete abandonment of all her rights in furnishings. She did not hesitate in declaring war upon her ancient ally with two steely words:
"'Tis mine!"
"I'm surprised to hear you say such a thing, Bessie Mudge; and Miss Sophy lying ill in bed too," replied Kezia.
"Mrs. Drake left me the musical box, and I ha' got writing to prove it, and me and Robert are only waiting vor Miss Sophy's funeral to take it."
"Mrs. Drake said I wur to have all the furniture in the house."
"I wouldn't like to have to call you anything," said Bessie.
"And I'd be cruel sorry to fancy you craved to hear the like," retorted Kezia.
Then they paused to think out new ideas, and to place their arms in more aggressive attitudes.
"When furniture be left to more than one person simultaneous, 'tis usual to divide it," explained the Wallower of Wealth.
"Half a musical box b'ain't of no use to me."