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isn't any snake--it's a mouse nest. There are four baby mice--I can feel them. I'm going to put them in my pocket." The children were so excited over the mice that they left the papers to Dick Harding. He carried them to the window and ran through them hastily. "Pshaw, nothing but old newspapers--wartime papers most of them, with long lists of men killed and wounded. Ugh--they certainly are gruesome!" Dick dropped the pile and turned to have a look at the mice. "Say," he added a moment later, staring at the minute heap of paper and its tiny occupants which Chicken Little had deposited on a chair, "there's writing on some of those scraps! They aren't all newspapers. Are you sure you found everything there was, Chicken Little?" Jane wasn't sure, so Sherm took the lantern and went back to look. He found nothing, however, except a few scraps of paper. In the meantime Dick Harding was running over the newspapers more carefully, taking them one at a time to see if any letters or documents could have been tucked away among them. He straightened up with a sigh of disappointment as he finished. "Another fond hope blasted," he complained. "I never loved a bug or flower but what 'twas first to fade away." The children looked at him in astonishment. "No," he replied to their look of inquiry. "I'm not crazed with the heat, but I was just dead sure we should find something. Let's tackle the other two closets." The exploring party moved on and made a thorough search of the other closet ends, and the open spaces under the eaves, but without result. One empty and extremely dirty pasteboard box was all they got for their pains. "There's no other place about the house where anything could be hidden, is there?" asked Dick Harding of Mrs. Morton. "I have never heard of any secret cupboards, Mr. Harding. The people who lived here before we bought the house might have found letters and destroyed them. But Alice said her mother, at the time of her father's death, searched every place where business letters or papers could possibly be concealed." "Well, I suppose I'll have to give up," said Dick. "The worst of it is I'm afraid Alice can't hold the stock without further evidence." "I am glad Alice has her Uncle Joseph to protect her," said Mrs. Morton. "But what black faces and hands, children! Go wash up immediately." The party did seem a little the worse for wear. It was a warm day and trickles of perspirati
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