ed over the floor, very deep on one side, where an old
blanket showed that it had been a bed. Across the end there was a
shelf. On it was a candlestick, with a half-burned candle in it, a pie
pan with some mouldy crumbs, crusts, bones in it, and a tin can. Leon
picked up the can and looked in. I could see too.

It had been used for water or coffee, as the plate had for food, once,
but now it was stuffed full of money. I saw Leon pull some out and
then shove it back, and he came to the door white as could be, shut it
behind him and began to push at the stone. When we got it in place we
put the brush over it, and fixed everything like it had been.

At last Leon said: "That's the time we got into something not intended
for us, and if father finds it out, we are in for a good thrashing.
Are you just a blubbering baby, or are you big enough to keep still?"

"I am old enough that I could have gone to school two years ago, and I
won't tell!" I said stoutly.

"All right! Come on then," said Leon. "I don't know but mother has
been calling us."

We started up the orchard path at the fourth call.

"Hoo-hoo!" answered Leon in a sick little voice to make it sound far
away. Must have made mother think we were on Deams' hill. Then we
went on side by side.

"Say Leon, you found the Station, didn't you?"

"Don't talk about it!" snapped Leon.

I changed the subject

"Whose money do you suppose that is?"

"Oh crackey! You can depend on a girl to see everything," groaned
Leon. "Do you think you'll be able to stand the switching that job
will bring you, without getting sick in bed?"

Now I never had been sick in bed, and from what I had seen of other
people who were, I never wanted to be. The idea of being switched
until it made me sick was too much for me. I shut my mouth tight and I
never opened it about the Station place. As we reached the
maiden's-blush apple tree came another call, and it sounded pretty
cross, I can tell you. Leon reached his hand.

"Now, it's time to run. Let me do the talking."

We were out of breath when we reached the back door. There stood the
tub on the kitchen floor, the boiler on the stove, soap, towels, and
clean clothing on chairs. Leon had his turn at having his ears washed
first, because he could bathe himself while mother did my hair.

"Was Mrs. Deam glad to get her ducks back?" she asked as she
fine-combed Leon.

"Aw, you never can tell whether she's glad about anyt