"I don't believe it, though. I just simply can't believe it," Portia said.
"But it's real! My goodness, Portia, look at all those numbers and little metal doorknobs. Why, it's the realest-looking thing I ever saw!"
Portia gave a leap. "Come on, then, we must tell Mother.... Mother, oh, MOTHER!" shouted Portia, flinging the door open, storming along the hall and down the stairs.
"Mo—ther!!"
"Portia, for heaven's sake!" exclaimed Mrs. Blake, emerging from the kitchen. "You sound like a trumpeting elephant! What in the world is the matter!"
"We've found the safe, Mother! We've finally found it!"
"You've found the what?" said Mrs. Blake, utterly confused.
"Oh Mother, the safe! Mrs. Brace-Gideon's wall safe! The thing she kept her money in; you know."
"Her safe? Really? Are you sure?" said Mrs. Blake.
"Oh, Mother," Portia repeated impatiently. "Come and see for your own self!" She took her mother's hand and pulled her, hurried her, to the stairs.