“It’s like magic!”
“So ’tis, so ’tis—’tis the bag at the foot of a rainbow, sure enough.” He pointed at the massive shaft of the chimney.
“Fairy gold!” Ben waved the little box at Mundon.
“That’s all right. You’ll find out that the gold you get for that’s as good as twenty-dollar pieces are made of. Want me ter go down and inform, or prefer ter do it yourself?”
“I’ll go.”
“Jest as you say. You’re boss here. You found it on your property, and it’s proper you should go. I’ll stay and keep watch.”