the crazy chimney and persuaded herself that it sounded "hollow."

So Bobby dug. And presently his shovel struck something.

"Oh, Bobby, what is it?" shrieked Meg. "Is it an iron chest?"

She really half-believed that Bobby had found the pirate's buried
treasure.

The twins were scrambling over the rocks and they heard Meg's cry.
Mother Blossom had kept them as long as she could, but they had
insisted on setting out a half hour before noon and they had run
most of the way, the lunch basket bumping wildly in time to their
steps. Their faces red from the heat and streaming with
perspiration, they burst into the ruins of the Harley house just
as Bobby brushed the dirt from his find. "I don't know what it
is," said Bobby, trying to look closely at the odd-shaped little
thing in his hand, with three children insisting on seeing it at
the same time. "Look out, Dot, you nearly made me drop it."

None of the children could guess what it was Bobby had found, and
finally he slipped it into his pocket to take home and show Father
Blossom. Then he discovered that he was hungry, and the twins
proudly produced the basket.

"Have to wash first," announced Bobby firmly. "Did you bring a
towel?"

Mother Blossom had sent a towel, and Bobby pulled up a brimming
bucket of water from the Harley well and poured the old tin wash