7/24 I wish that I knew where to find it. Grip and I could do much with gold, be sure of that.' 'What would you do ?' she asked. We'd dress finely--you and I, I mean; not Grip--keep horses, dogs, wear bright colours and feathers, do no more work, live delicately and at our ease. Oh, we'd find uses for it, mother, and uses that would do us good. I would I knew where gold was buried. |