"There, I told you so!" retorted Guy. "Now, perhaps you'll believe what I say."
For some time no one spoke. Elsie finished one of her lessons, and sat back in her chair for a moment's rest.
"I say," she murmured, "suppose Uncle Roger's box was full of bank-notes, d'you suppose father would let us have a pony? I think I should ask him to buy one."
Guy and Ida both looked up from their books.
"Get away!" cried the boy. "What rot! I wouldn't mind offering to pay you a shilling for every bank-note that's found in that stupid old chest. But, I say," he added, "fancy having a real live pony! It would be ripping!"
CHAPTER IV.
THE BOX OPENED.
