"Not exactly the map, but a copy of it, which is just as good."
"And permission to hunt for the treasure?"
"Yes, dad."
"Oh, Fred! Are you going off to that terrible cold country?" asked his mother, who came into the room just then, and heard the closing part of the conversation.
"Well, mother, don't you think it's worth trying for? Think of getting thousands of dollars in gold!"
"Yes, but it wouldn't make up for being frozen to death."
"No, mother—but I don't expect to freeze to death. We will take fur-lined clothes along."
"Where are you going to get them? I used to have a fur-lined cloak once, but the moths ate it up."
"I'm afraid it would hardly have answered, if you had it now, mother. But of course that's a part I've got to talk over with father—about fitting out the expedition."
"And I'm afraid you'll have trouble," remarked Mr. Stanley. "Oh, if I was only well and strong I'd ask nothing better than to go along!"