“Exactly as you state it.”
“Well! I’d find it, if I had to tear the whole house down.”
“Wait a minute, Miss Impetuosity. We don’t think it’s in the house.”
“Oh, out of doors?”
“You’re good at puzzles, I know, but just wait until you hear the directions that came with the package, and I think you’ll admit it’s a hopeless problem.”
“May she see them, Mother?” said Mabel. “Will you get them out for us?”
“Not to-night, dear. I’ll show the old papers to Patty, some other time; but now Sinclair can tell her the lines just as well.”
“Of all the papers in the books,” Sinclair went on, “only two seemed to be directions for finding the money, although others vaguely hinted that the fortune was concealed. And still others gave the impression that Uncle Marmaduke meant to tell mother all about it; but as his death came upon him so suddenly, of course he could not do this. On these two papers are rhymes, which we children have known by heart all our lives. One is:
| “‘Great treasure lieth in the poke Between the fir trees and the oak.’ |
“You see uncle was a true poet.”