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قراءة كتاب Finding the Lost Treasure
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“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