place. I would set it to seeing everything there—and remembering all I could hold—and learning all there was to be learned—and I would set it hard!"
"So would I," said Robin.
It was a more suggestive voice than before he said the words in, and suddenly he got up and went and tore away the straw from the burying-place of the Treasure. He took out the old iron bank and brought it back to their corner.
He did it so suddenly and with such a determined air that Meg rather lost her breath.
"What are you going to do with the Treasure?" she asked.
"I am going to count it."
"Why?"
He was opening the box, using the blade of a stout pocket-knife as a screw-driver.
"A return ticket to Chicago costs $9.55," he said. "I asked at the depot. That would be $19.10 for two people. Anyone who is careful can live on a very little for a while. I want to see if we shall have money enough to go."
"To go?" Meg cried out. "To the Fair? Robin!"
She could not believe the evidence of her ears. It sounded so daring.
"Nobody would take us!" she said. "Even if we
