Blind Girl, or, The Story of Little Vendla . faces of the children, and when the seal-ing process commenced Vendla slipped away tothe kitchen and curled up in a corner, the verypicture of disappointment. If this were theend of the mysterious bag, she might as wellnever have found it! Of course the talk at the breakfast-table wasall of the little bag, and how it came hiddenaway in the attic. Papa was obstinate in hisopinion that there had been some foul play, andthere was a thief at the bottom of the secret. It is my belief some viking brought homethose coins in his dragon ship, and when hedied
Blind Girl, or, The Story of Little Vendla . faces of the children, and when the seal-ing process commenced Vendla slipped away tothe kitchen and curled up in a corner, the verypicture of disappointment. If this were theend of the mysterious bag, she might as wellnever have found it! Of course the talk at the breakfast-table wasall of the little bag, and how it came hiddenaway in the attic. Papa was obstinate in hisopinion that there had been some foul play, andthere was a thief at the bottom of the secret. It is my belief some viking brought homethose coins in his dragon ship, and when hedied they buried him and his treasure in thegrave in the long meadow and— 108 vendlas find. Nonsense ! said Ingeborg contemptuously. I guess it was a magpie, said Guda,brightening. There are a great many abouthere, and I have heard wonderful stories aboutmagpies. I wish there had been a name to the oldletter, said mamma, on whom anything thatspoke of affection made more impression thanall the gold of Ophir or Ind. CHAPTER X. TWO YEARS J HERE was a stir in the parish when thenews of the treasure found at theparsonage was spread abroad. Twoold peasants who were fixtures onthe property, and passed along from one occu-pant to another, now suddenly became personsof the utmost importance. They rememberedand related all things possible and impossiblesupposed to bear on the subject. A little cross-questioning from the pastor, however, soonshowed that whatever confidence their neigh-bours might place in their stories of suspiciouswanderers who at various times had beenlodged at the parsonage, of robber haunts in 110 TWO YEARS LATER. the woods hard by, or wonderful things dugout of the ground or fished out of the lake,there could nothing be got at that would de-termine the fate of a farthing in any court inChristendom. As to the count, he became a frequent guestat the parsonage, and was never weary of talk-ing with the pastor of Vendlas find, whichhe panted to see with his own eyes
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