“It may amount to nothing.”
“But you don’t know where I found it,” cried the boy.
“Tell me.”
Billy came closer, and dropped his voice to a whisper as he laid his hand upon the girl’s arm.
“I found it in Mother Flintstone’s den,” said he. “Look here, Margie.”
He produced a flat package, which looked like it had been stored away for years, but the moment the girl’s eyes alighted on it she uttered a little scream.
“It’s the will, Billy!” she exclaimed.
“What had Mother Flintstone to will away, I’d like to know?” said the boy.
“More than you think. Let me see the packet.”
Billy laid it on the table, and watched Margie closely.