There was the suggestive tone in his voice which Meg had been thrilled by more than once before. She had been thrilled by it most strongly when he had said that if they saved their two dollars a week they might be able to go almost anywhere. Unconsciously she responded to it now.
“If I could do anything I set my mind to,” she said, “do you know what I would set my mind to first?”
“What?”
“I would set my mind to going to that wonderful place. I would set it to seeing everything there, and remembering all I could hold, and learning all there was to be learned—and I would set it hard.”
“So would I,” said Robin.
It was a more suggestive voice than before that he said the words in; and suddenly he got up, and went and tore away the straw from the burying-place of the Treasure. He took out the old iron bank, and brought it back to their corner.
He did it so suddenly, and with such a determined air, that Meg rather lost her breath.
“What are you going to do with the Treasure?” she asked.
“I am going to count it.”
“Why?”