The children poked about in the rubbish carelessly until Twaddles
happened to spy one of the apple trees on the point.

"They're ripe!" he cried in great excitement, though he had had
his breakfast less than an hour before. "The apples are ripe, Dot!
Mr. Harley said we could eat 'em!"

He and Dot raced for the tree, while Meg followed more slowly.
Bobby remained to turn more stones over with his foot.

Presently the others heard him shout.

"Meg! Oh, Meg! Hurry up and see what I've found!"




CHAPTER XV

BOBBY'S GREAT DISCOVERY


Meg ran back, and the twins tumbled pell-mell after her.

"What is it?" they all cried breathlessly. "What is it?"

Bobby held up two small silver mugs.

"Found them down between these two rocks," he explained. "They
must belong to Mr. Harley's little boys. And that isn't all--look