"Folks bain't so bad as that, and a corpse in the house," observed Mrs. Hockin.
"Don't be sure o' that—these be terrible wicked times," said the husband. "And I sez, sez I, no harm is done in seein' what the old creetur had got."
"Well, surely," acquiesced Elizabeth, "there is no harm in that."
In the bedroom was an old oak chest, and this the farmer and his wife opened. To their surprise they found in it a silver teapot, and half a dozen silver spoons.
"Well, now," exclaimed Elizabeth Hockin, "fancy her havin' these—and me only Britannia metal."
"I reckon she came of a good family," said Jabez. "Leastwise, I've heard as how she were once well off."
"And look here!" exclaimed Elizabeth, "there's fine and beautiful linen underneath—sheets and pillow-cases."
"But look here!" cried Jabez, "blessed if the taypot bain't chock-full o' money! Whereiver did she get it from?"
"Her's been in the way of showing folk the Zennor Quoit, visitors from St. Ives and Penzance, and she's had scores o' shillings that way."
"Lord!" exclaimed Jabez. "I wish she'd left it to me, and I could buy a cow; I want another cruel bad."