Here Monica broke down altogether, and wiped her eyes.
"You mustn't give up hope, my dear child," said the Rector's wife kindly. "Perhaps your mother may be spared to you after all. Strange things come to pass sometimes, and good can often result from evil."
"I wish I could believe so," sobbed Monica. "I don't care in the least about the fortune for myself; I only want it when I think of what it might do for her!"
"Cicely!" said Lindsay solemnly the next morning, as she tied her hair ribbon before the looking-glass, "we simply must have another try to find that treasure."
Cicely paused with her brush in her hand.
"It's dreadful that Mrs. Courtenay may die because they can't scrape together a hundred guineas," she agreed.
"And Monica is breaking her heart over it," continued Lindsay. "She goes about looking so unhappy, it makes me quite miserable too. I'd give everything in the world I have to help her."
"I don't know where we're to hunt next. We seem to have explored every corner, and we never have any luck."
Cicely's voice sounded utterly despondent.