“‘It was you who made my life hard. I was once a girl, and what I might have been no one knows. Ah me, ah me!’
“One fall morning the old man got up, and frisked around in an unusual way.
“‘What makes you so spry?’ asked the old woman.
“‘I dreamed a dream last night in the morning.’
“‘And what did you dream?’
“‘I dreamed that Captain Kidd hid his treasure in an iron box under the thatch-patch, right in the middle of the patch, where the shingle goes round.’
“‘Then go out and dig. If you don’t, I will. Think what we might be, if we could find that treasure. We might have a chariot like the Pepperells, and fine horses like the Boston gentry, the Royalls, and the Vassals.’
“‘But I can have the treasure only on one condition.’
“‘What is that?’
“‘I must not speak a word while I am digging.’