"We have the very finest news you ever
heard."
"Oh, what is it?" the girls cried in unison, and Mollie added
pleadingly: "Don't keep us waiting any longer, boys, please."
"All right," Will agreed; for he was as anxious to tell as the girls
were to hear. "Come to the house and we will tell you the whole story."
"But did you get them?" Mollie demanded. "I don't see why you have to
wait till you get to the house to tell me that."
"You can see by their faces they have, Mollie," Betty assured her. "You
had better not interfere--they will tell the story their own way,
whatever you say."
By this time they had reached the house and called to Mrs. Irving to
come and hear the news.
She joined them in a moment, and Will began.
"Well, you see," he said, "in the first place, Mr. Mendall didn't want
to raise our hopes until he found out definitely whether anything there
belonged to us."
"Yes," broke in Mollie quickly.
"Don't interrupt," Will warned her. "You might sidetrack me or
something."
"Oh, Will, don't be a goose!" cried his sister. "Go on."
"I'm not a goose," he declared with dignity, "and I expect to go on if I
am given half a chance.
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