"And I dreamed that I was in a certain spot, which I shall not now disclose; and that I saw a cloud of golden dollars floating in the air before me, just out of my reach—"
"I should think so!"
"Why, that's the beauty of it!" cried Franz, highly excited.
"Is it?" said Theresa, looking mystified.
"Yes; because it's a known thing among the wise ones, that when gold pieces glitter before you in that way in the air, the spot they hover over is where hidden treasure is to be found."
"Who are the 'wise ones?'"
"Oh, there are many old people that can tell about dreams."
"A good many," said Theresa, dryly. "Well, Franz, I hope you won't go wasting your time digging for this hid treasure. You had much better hoe potatoes."
"I don't think so," said Franz; "and I hope you won't think so, if I tell you my motive."