“Florida?” asked Mrs. Hopkins as if surprised.
“Why not, mother?” asked Jerry.
“Oh, I suppose that place is as safe as any. I was just thinking of something,” Mrs. Hopkins went on. “I once bought some land in Florida, but after I got the deed I received word that the property was practically worthless and I never did anything about it. I have the old deed home now.”
“Where is this land, mother?” asked Jerry. “I never heard you speak of it.”
“No, because I was sorry I lost the money I paid for it. The land is somewhere in the central part of the state I believe. I’ll show you the deed when we get home.”
“Yes, and if we get to Florida we’ll look up this property,” went on the widow’s son. “Perhaps it has increased in value. This gives us another reason for going to the everglades,” and he laughed.
Once more the three boys began scanning the maps and guide books, while Mrs. Hopkins and Mrs. Slade conversed about household matters. A little later Jerry escorted his mother home and she showed him the old deed, of which he took possession.
“Who knows but what it may prove valuable,” he said.
“I hope it does,” remarked Mrs. Hopkins. “I would like to get my money back.”