Billie Bradley and Her Inheritance; Or, The Queer Homestead at Cherry Corners

by Janet D. Wheeler

  CHAPTER XXIV

  COINS AND POSTAGE STAMPS

  Chet looked bewildered for a minute--then disgusted, an expression thatwas faithfully reflected on the faces of the other boys.

  "A ghost! That?" he said, pointing scornfully at the dead rat. "What doyou mean?"

  "Oh, Chet!" cried Billie, springing to her feet in her turn. "That'sanother thing we forgot. This is Mr. Rat, the piano player."

  "Have you all gone crazy, or have I?" cried poor Chet, looking still morebewildered. But suddenly Teddy saw light.

  "You mean the musical ghost," he cried, laughter in his voice. "The onethat has had us chasing down flights of stairs on dark nights?"

  "With the chills running up and down our spines and our hair standing onend?" added Ferd, following his lead.

  "The very same," responded Mrs. Gilligan, the gleam deepening in hereyes.

  "But how did you catch it?" asked Violet, for the girls, allexcept Billie, who had originated the idea, were as much in thedark as the boys.

  "With a trap," said Billie, her own eyes beginning to sparkle.

  "But who thought of it?" Violet insisted, ignoring the sarcasm.

  "You see before you the girl who invented it," said Billie with achuckle.

  "Great pumpkins, another inventor!" groaned Ferd, and sent them off intoa spasm of laughter.

  "Oh, tell us about it, Billie," Laura entreated. "You can be the mostaggravating thing!"

  "Stop calling me names or I'll never tell you," threatened Billie, atwhich Laura looked as meek as Laura could ever look.

  Thereupon Billie recounted to an interested audience the events that hadled to her idea that it might be a rat that was making a joke of them alland how she had decided to put her idea to the test.

  "Say, think of getting excited about a mouse!" cried Ferd incredulously,when she had finished.

  "It wasn't a mouse--it was a rat," corrected Billie.

  "But it might have been a mouse," Ferd protested, but Billie broke inagain.

  "No it mightn't," she said decidedly. "A mouse could never have madenoise enough for us to hear when we were upstairs in bed."

  "Right you are," said Ferd, taking off an imaginary cap to Billie. "Ihave to hand it to you, Billie--you're right there."

  "You said it that time, old man," murmured Teddy very softly, but Billieheard him and looked up at him with laughing eyes.

  "Come help us open our trunk," she said, turning away suddenly.

  "Whose trunk is it?"

  "Where did you get it?"

  "Looks as if it had come out of Noah's ark."

  These and many more comments piled one on top of the other as the boyslooked at the old trunk, which did indeed appear old enough to havesatisfied the most ardent collector of antiques.

  "Why, it's my trunk," said Billie, when she could make herself heardabove the babble. "We found it in the attic. But I don't see whatdifference it makes where we got it," she added impatiently, getting downon her knees once more and shaking the trunk as if it were to blame."Won't you please get busy and open it, boys? Aren't you a bit curious tosee what's inside?"

  "Is there a key?" asked Ferd, and Billie looked up at him in despair.

  "Of course not, silly," she said. "Don't you suppose we'd have had itopen ages ago if there had been a key? You'll have to break it open, orpick the lock, or something."

  "Say, she's insulting us! Thinks we're thugs," murmured Ferd, as he,with the other boys, got down on the floor and began to examine thetrunk eagerly.

  "Yes, where do you suppose we got our experience in picking locks?" addedChet, looking aggrieved.

  "Goodness, I don't care whether you pick the lock or what you do as longas you get it open," cried Billie, half wild with impatience now that thefateful moment had arrived. "You can use dynamite for all I care."

  "Maybe that's what's in it," suggested Teddy, and the girls screamed.

  "Teddy! Of all the wet blankets!"

  "Well, you never can tell," said Teddy, adding wickedly, as Ferd startedto set the trunk on end: "Be careful there, Ferd; she may explode, as theaeroplane did."

  "Somebody give me something to throw at him," cried Laura indignantly."Anyway," she added triumphantly, "we know there isn't dynamite in it orwe'd have been blown to bits long ago. We dragged it down stairs."

  "Yes, and we didn't do it very gently either," added Violet.

  "It has a pretty strong lock," said Chet, getting to his feet andrumpling up his hair thoughtfully. "I'll have to get a hammer and a wedgeof some sort."

  "Oh, there are all sorts of tools down in the tool-house," Billie criedeagerly, and Chet looked at her as though she had said she had discovereda gold mine in the back yard.

  "Tools!" he repeated, his eyes shining. "Are they good ones?"

  "I don't know anything about tools," said Billie. "But it looked as ifthere were hundreds of them--"

  Chet waited to hear no more. Like a streak of lightning he was out of theroom and racing down the stairs.

  "Tools!" he was saying gloatingly to himself, "hundreds of them!"

  Upstairs Billie turned and looked at Teddy in dismay.

  "Now what have I done?" she cried. "If he once gets among those tools wewon't see him for hours. Teddy," and she looked appealing enough even tomelt Teddy's hard heart, "won't you go after him? You will have to justtear him away--"

  However, the two boys were back sooner than the girls expected, for theywere very curious about the contents of the small shabby trunk, which hadso evidently been hidden away in the darkest corner of a dark closet inthe attic.

  "Say, those are some tools, Billie," said Chet jubilantly, as he priedaway at the lock. "You could do just about anything with them--anythingfrom making a house, to breaking into one. I say," he added, stoppingwork to look at her entreatingly, "don't you remember mother saying thatAunt Beatrice left you the house and me--the tools?"

  The girls and boys laughed, and Billie patted his shoulder fondly.

  "No, I don't remember anything of the sort," she said, imitating his toneto perfection. "But if you're a good boy and open the trunk in a hurry,I'll deed them to you, Chet--every last tool in the tool-house."

  "Honest to goodness?" cried Chet, his eyes beaming.

  "Honest to goodness, brother mine."

  Then Chet fell to work with fresh enthusiasm on the lock.

  It was a stubborn old lock, and required a good deal of patience--whichthe girls had not--and tinkering to make it give way.

  But it gave at last, and girls and boys leaned forward with sighs of pureexcitement.

  "Open it," cried Laura impatiently, but Billie put her hand on the lidand faced them with shining eyes.

  "We'll each have just one guess," she said, "and see who comes nearest toguessing right."

  "I bet it's money," cried Chet.

  "That isn't fair, I was going to bet that too."

  "So was I--"

  "And I--"

  Billie threw up her hands in despair.

  "Of course, if you're all going to guess the same thing it's all ruined,"she said, then added, as she bent forward and started to lift the cover:"I don't know that I blame you, though, for I was going to guess the verysame thing!"

  "Oh, Billie, hurry! You're so slow!" cried Laura, jumping up and downwith excitement. "Do get at it!"

  "Shall I do it?" asked Violet, feeling an almost irresistible desire topush Billie away and fling back the lid. Why was she so slow?

  "One--two--three!" cried Billie, and then the lid was off and they werestaring down into the contents of the trunk.

  For a minute they stood motionless. Then, as though moved by one impulse,they dropped to their knees and buried their hands in something thatjingled at their touch!

  The trunk was full to the brim with old coins, many quite rare, whilescattered here and there were postage stamps on sheets and loose,queer, foreign looking things that made Billie's eyes glisten as shelooked at them.

  "It must have all belonged to Uncl
e Henry," she said, in an awed voice."Aunt Beatrice once said he had a hobby for collecting postage stamps andold coins--"

  "But it _is_ money," cried Laura, finding her voice at last, her blueeyes dark with excitement. "Why, Billie, these old coins must be worth abig lot of money!"

  "You bet! It's a treasure," said Teddy soberly. Then with a little smilehe turned to Billie--Billie who was vivid and breathless with the greatdiscovery. "Allow me to present to you, ladies and gentlemen, our oldfriend, Captain Kidd!"