This matter arranged, George returned to Windward House, where the packers were as busy as a hen with one chicken. Miss Yard, feeling she must be doing something, was pinning sheets of newspaper round the mummy. Bessie was hindering Kezia from filling all manner of cases with various ornaments and photographs, which it was the custom to take away for the annual outing, although they were never removed from the boxes. Bessie felt uncomfortable, as it appeared to her Kezia was dismantling the place.
"You don't want to take all them pictures," she said at last.
"I'd feel lonely without 'em," explained Kezia.
"You never took 'em last time you went to the seaside. You'm not going to be away more than two weeks."
"Miss Sophy might fancy to be away a bit longer. I do like to have my little bits o' things round me, wherever I be."
"What's the name of the place you'm going to?"
"Miss Nellie will tell ye. 'Tis worry enough vor me to get ready without bothering where we'm going," replied the harassed Kezia.
"Miss Sophy ses 'tis Drivelford."
"'Tis something like that, I fancy," admitted Kezia, beginning to break down under cross-examination.
"That's where Miss Sophy come from. It ain't seaside."