"And a lucky thing," said Hughie with an air of pride, "that I thought of the fireplace. For it might have laid there buried for the rest of time."
"Four thousand dollars!" gasped Hannah in a reverential voice. "Four thousand dollars! Well, Mr. O'Neill, it may not be much, as you seem to think after all the dots you and Hughie have been a-diggin', but I say it's a lot. It ought to buy the child all the frocks and teachers in New York."
"It will see her through the year," said Kenny.
Joan's eyes widened.
"It would see me through a decade!" she exclaimed.
Kenny smiled.
CHAPTER XXVIII
KENNY'S WARD
Peace came mercifully to Craig farm with the finding of Adam's money.