That aroused Molly’s curiosity and she had to be told of the mysterious disappearance of Ned’s money, first having been sworn to secrecy.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ned!” said Molly. “And I don’t mind your being a—a diplomat now.”
“I’ve always heard,” remarked The Fungus, “that diplomacy was an expensive career.”
“I tell you what!” Molly beamed brightly across at Ned. “I’ll think about it tonight when I’m going to sleep and see if I can’t dream where it is, Ned.”
Spud made a gesture of triumph. “Ned, your money’s as good as found!” he declared.
“Well, you needn’t laugh,” Molly protested. “I have found things that way; once I know of. When I was a little girl I lost my doll and I felt just terribly about it. We hunted everywhere for her, mama and nurse and me. And I was so unhappy that I cried myself to sleep after nurse had gone. And in the night I dreamed that she was hidden under the oak chest in the hall!”
“The nurse?” Ned asked.
“No, my doll, stupid! And when I got up in the morning I went down and looked and there she was! Now, wasn’t that—remarkable?”
“It was. But you see, Molly, we haven’t any oak chest in our hall.”