"No," she said, at last, with obvious reluctance.
Mr.Tredgold's countenance cleared and his eyes softened.
"I suppose you admit that your father has got it ?" said the girl, noting these signs with some disapproval.

"How did he get it ?" Mr.Tredgold shook his head.

"If those three overgrown babes find that treasure," he said, impressively, "I'll doom myself to perpetual bachelorhood." "I answered your question just now," said the girl, very quietly, "because I wanted to ask you one.

Do you believe my uncle's story about the buried treasure ?" Mr.Tredgold eyed her uneasily.

"I never attached much importance to it," he replied.