"Well, I'm thinking too."

"What is it, old chap?"

"I'm thinking we ought to begin to find that fortune for her after
breakfast."

"Why, it isn't quite the right season for fortune hunting, yet--at
least, not in Arcadia," answered Bellew, shaking his head.

"Oh!--but why not?"

"Well, the moon isn't right, for one thing."

"The moon!" echoed Small Porges.

"Oh yes,--we must wait for a--er--a Money Moon, you know,--surely you've
heard of a Money Moon?"

"'Fraid not," sighed Small Porges regretfully, "but--I've heard of a
Honey-moon--"

"They're often much the same!" nodded Bellew.

"But when will the Money Moon come, an'--how?"

"I can't exactly say, my Porges, but come it will one of these fine
nights. And when it does we shall know that the fortune is close by, and
waiting to be found. So, don't worry your small head about it,--just