"Have you seen my Indian arrowheads and stone hatchets down-stairs in the cabinet?"
Val shook her head despairingly.
"They're in her room."
Her father seemed not to notice.
"And to-morrow I must show you the great slab of stone at the back door. The oldest inhabitant of this place told me when I first came to New Plymouth that he remembered cracking nuts there at recess in 1800, when he went to school here. There aren't many little girls who have such a wonderful old house to live in."
"N—no. I liked the little trees and houses in the silver at supper."
"You'll like lots of things. I've got an old fiddle somewhere about—"
"Have you? Oh, that'll be fun!"
She crept up under his arm and nestled down against him.