"Oh, don't I wish we could!" cried Cicely, her eyes round at the idea.
"Well, I can't see why we shouldn't have as good a chance as anybody else. I expect it's chiefly a matter of careful hunting."
"How splendid it would be if Monica really turned out an heiress after all!"
"Glorious! It's worth trying for. Those panelled walls might be full of hiding-places. We don't know what we may discover when once we begin."
"We shan't have to let Miss Frazer catch us looking about."
"Rather not! Nobody must know what we intend to do."
"Not even Marjorie Butler?" pleaded Cicely.
"No," said Lindsay firmly. "Marjorie couldn't help whispering it to Nora, and then it would be all over the school. The big girls would make dreadful fun of us, I'm sure. They'd call us 'The Gold Seekers', or some other stupid name, simply for the sake of teasing. Besides, if it were talked about among the rest, it would be sure to get to Monica's ears, and we particularly don't want that."
"No, she mustn't hear a word of it."
"Very well, then, we had better keep it to ourselves. Will you promise faithfully that it shall be a dead secret just between you and me?"