"Tom, I could almost hug you for this!" cried Nellie, in a low voice.
"Well, nobody is stopping you," he added promptly.
"All right, I will—on your next birthday," cried Nellie, not to be caught. "But really, I'm a thousand times obliged to you."
"This is like a room in a fairies' palace!" exclaimed Grace. "I know when I go to sleep I'll dream of fairies and rainbows, and pots of gold—"
"The gold we want to unearth," broke in Sam. "Just dream where that is located and then tell us of it."
"Oh, you'll be sure to find that."
"How do you know.
"Oh, you never fail in anything," and Grace gave him a sunny smile.
"I don't know about that, Grace. This is going to be no easy task."
"Oh, I know that, Sam, but you'll win in the end, I know you will."