“And promise not to tell?”
“No, I never tell, either. But what are you doing?” and she commenced to sink down on the sand near the wonderful tray.
“Mind the specimens!” cried Willie.
“Specimens?” cried Mollie.
“Yes, we’re mining—gold-mining!” said Willie, stubbornly.
“Oh, playing mines?” said Mollie.
“No, not playing, either. We’re serious. We think we’ve struck a patch, and we’re going to work——”
“And later on,” chimed Doris, “there’ll be tents and huts and camps, and hundreds and thousands of men here, minin’.”
Mollie laughed gaily.
“There, I said you’d laugh, and you promised not to,” said Willie, in disgust.