Nan suspected that old Mrs. Vanderwiller had much to do with the neat appearance of the cabinet. She was a quiet, almost a speechless, old lady. But she was very kind and she set out her best for Nan's luncheon before the girl from Tillbury returned home.
“We ain't got much here on the island,” the old lady said; “but we do love to have visitors. Don't we, Corson?”
“Nice ones,” admitted the cripple, munching cake.
He had heard something of what Nan suggested to Toby about the moths and other specimens. So when the old lady was absent from the porch he whispered:
“Say, girl!”
“Well?” she asked, smiling at him.
“Is what's in that cabinet wuth as much as a dollar?”
“Oh! I expect so,” said Nan. “More.”
“Will you give me a dollar for 'em?” he asked, eagerly.
“Oh, I couldn't! But perhaps I can write to somebody who would be interested in buying some of your things, and for much more than a dollar.”