Every dollar's 'ere, if we only look." "Thank Gawd!" said Mrs Yabsley, heaving a tremendous sigh.

"Ada, go an' git a jug o' beer." In an hour Jonah had recovered twenty-eight of the missing coins; the remaining two had evidently been dragged down to their nests by the industrious vermin.

Late in the afternoon Jonah, who looked like a sweep, gave up the search.

The kitchen was a wreck.

Mrs Yabsley sat with the coins in her lap, feasting her eyes on this heap of glittering gold, for she had rubbed each coin till it shone like new.