warning as he had thrown himself down, and gave his eyes a fierce rub. He returned to the Treasure again.
"I've been making up my mind to it for days," he said. "If we have the money we can buy our tickets and go some night without saying anything to anyone. We can leave a note for Aunt Matilda to tell her we are all right and we are coming back. She'll be too busy to mind."
"Do you remember that book of father's we read," said Meg—"that one called David Copperfield? David ran away from the bottle place when he was younger than we are—and he had to walk all the way to Dover."
"We shall not have to walk, and we won't let anyone take our money away from us," said Robin.
"Are we going really?" said Meg. "You speak as if we were truly going—and it can't be!"
"Do you know what you said just now about believing human beings could do anything if they set their minds to it? Let's set our minds to it."
"Well," Meg answered rather slowly, as if weighing the matter—"Let's!"
And she fell to helping to count the Treasure.