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Finding the Lost Treasure

Finding the Lost Treasure

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“Oh, it’s he!” cried Priscilla.

“Oh, it’s he!” cried Priscilla.

FINDING THE
LOST TREASURE


By HELEN M. PERSONS


THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
AKRON, OHIO NEW YORK

Copyright MCMXXXIII
By The Saalfield Publishing Company
Printed in U.S.A.

CONTENTS

I A Mysterious Paper 5
II Desiré’s Inspirations 11
III Two Callers 17
IV Out to Sea 28
V A Midnight Walk 39
VI The Pie Social 50
VII A Fright 60
VIII A Fight 66
IX In Camp 72
X A Night Prowler 82
XI The Blue-covered Book 87
XII A Search for René 102
XIII Indians and Strawberries 107
XIV Two Mishaps 119
XV The Old Godet House 129
XVI A New Friend 140
XVII An Old Enemy 147
XVIII A Collision 152
XIX Poor Dolly! 157
XX Good Samaritans 168
XXI A Surprise 181
XXII Caught by Storm 192
XXIII Shelter 195
XXIV Back to Yarmouth 205
XXV Lobster Pots 215
XXVI Hands Off! 222
XXVII Jack’s Jobs 225
XXVIII A Find 235
XXIX W-1755—15x12—6754 245


FINDING THE LOST TREASURE


CHAPTER I
A MYSTERIOUS PAPER

“W-1755-15x12-6754,” read Desiré slowly. “What does it mean?”

“What does what mean, Dissy?” asked her younger sister, who was rolling a ball across the floor to little René.

“Just some figures on an old paper I found, dear. I must tell Jack about them. Do you know where he is?”

“Out there somewhere, I guess,” replied the child, with a vague gesture indicating the front yard.

Desiré flung back her short dark curls and crossed the room to a window where sturdy geraniums raised their scarlet clusters to the very top of the panes. It was the custom in that part of Nova Scotia to make a regular screen of blossoming plants in all front windows, sometimes even in those of the cellar. Peering between two thick stems, she could see her older brother sitting on the doorstep, gazing out across St. Mary’s Bay which lay like a blue, blue flag along the shore.

Crossing the narrow hall and opening the outside door, Desiré dropped down beside the boy and thrust a time-yellowed slip of paper into his hands.

“Did you ever see this?”

“Yes,” he replied slowly. “A few days before he died, nôtre père went over the contents

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