"Tell us what you
have discovered, without beating about the bush so long."
"There wathn't any buthh to beat about. It wath right on the thand.
Don't you underthtand?"
Miss Elting sat down. "Tell it your own way, then. We are simply
wasting time in trying to hurry you," she said.
"Yeth. Well, it wath thith way. I wath looking for the treathure trail
that Harriet told uth about at breakfatht thith morning, though I
don't thee how thhe thhould know anything about it. My footthepth led
me--led me, you understand? No, it wath my feet, not my footthtepth,
that led me--right along the thhore of the ocean. And what do you
thuppose I found?"
"An oyster shell," suggested Margery.
"No, not that. I found where a boat had been drawn up on the thhore
and then thhoved out again. It had been drawn up on the thand. Then
there were trackth about the place, trackth of heavy bootth, and a
mark in the thand where thomething heavy had been put down. It looked
like a box. I gueth it wath. The men had taken the box between them
and carried it up and down the thhore ath far ath I could thee. You
know, the tide wathhed the marks out near down to the thea."
"What did they do with the box, dearie?" interrupted Harriet.
"That I have not yet dethided.
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