"Quite so," repeated Mr. Sherwood.
"But, dear, DEAR!" moaned Nan. "Is that all it is going to
amount to? Don't you really believe it's all true, Papa
Sherwood?"
"I can't say that I do, my dear," returned her father gravely.
"Such romantic things as this do not often happen outside of
story books."
"Then, I declare!" cried Nan desperately, "I wish we lived in a
story book!"
"Your father will make inquiries at once, honey," said Momsey
easily, seemingly very little disturbed herself by her husband's
doubts and fears. To her mind this wonderful turn of fortune's
wheel was in direct answer to prayer. Nothing could shake her
faith in the final result of her husband's inquiries. Yet, she
was proud of his caution and good sense.
"I do think it is dreadful," murmured Nan, "to believe one's self
rich for only a minute!"
"Have patience, honey," said her mother.
"Meanwhile," added Mr. Sherwood, rising, "I will go back to
sifting cinders."
But Nan did no more sweeping that day.
Chapter VII
A VISTA OF NEW FORTUNES
Nan said nothing to Bess Harley, her particular chum and
confidant, about the wonderful letter that had come from
Scotland. Although Momsey and Nan talked the legacy over
intimately that Saturday afternoon, and planned what they would
really do with some of the money "when their ship came in," the
young girl knew that the matter was not to be discussed outside
of the family circle.
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