Phil took it.
“Very well,” said he. “I hereby give and bequeath all my right, title, and interest, in and to the said ploughshare, to the Academy Museum, its curators and officials, to have and to hold forevermore, amen, and anything to the contrary thereof in any wise notwithstanding.”
By this time the boys had recovered from their astonishment, disappointment, and disgust.
“That comes of being so sanguine,” said Bart. “Boys, why would you allow yourselves to grow so excited?”
“Fancy a fugitive Acadian solemnly burying his plough.”
“It was all he had, poor wretch, I dare say.”
“But why bury it in his cellar? Why not in his potato field?”
“For my part, I don’t believe in the Acadian French.”
“I think they’re humbugs.”
“And this is all that remains of the wealth of ‘Benedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer in Grand Pré!”