"Kezia would sooner lose everything than see us take any little old bit of stuff. She'm a spiteful toad."
"The nicest thing we can do, Bess, is to go on shifting, one bit now and agin. Kezia won't notice nothing, if us takes 'em gradual."
"Where can us hide them?" asked Bessie. "We can't put 'em over in the cottage. Kezia ain't such a vule as you think. If I wur to take a kitchen spine she'd miss it."
"She never found out about the last lot," Robert reminded her.
"Policeman went away sudden and forgot to tell her. We'll have to shift those things, vor rainy weather'll be starting soon, and that musical box will spoil inside the peatstack."
"I'll get 'em out avore they comes back home; I b'ain't ashamed of claiming what be rightly ours. I told policeman we'd took what belonged to us, and he said 'twas all right this time, but us mustn't do it too often. I'm going to shift a few more pieces across the way in a day or two."
"Best wait till Miss Sophy dies," said Bessie nervously.
"We'll let the big furniture bide till then. Where's Miss Sophy going to be buried?"
"Somewhere in London, she ses. Said she wouldn't be buried here if they paid her vor it."
"That's got it!" cried Robert. "When Kezia goes to the funeral, I'll shift the furniture."