It was beyond comprehension.

The Wilbur twin plunged a hand thrillingly into the heap.
"Gee, gosh!" he murmured from the sheer loveliness of it.

Shining silver--thousands of dollars of it, the owner had declared.
"Now I guess you'll change," said the girl, observing the sensation she had made.
The twins regarded each other eloquently.

It seemed to be acknowledged between them that anything namable would be done to obtain a share of this hoard.

Still it was a monstrous infamy, this thing she wanted.
Merle filtered coins through his fingers for the wondrous feel of them.
"Well, mebbe we better," he said at last.
"How much do we get ?" demanded Wilbur, exalted but still sane.
"Oh, a lot!" said the girl, carelessly.