The dirt flew right and left, and she dug so hard and fast that she almost blistered her palms.
"Slow and sure is a better rule, Midget," said her uncle, who was watching her.

"Look at Kitty, she has dug quite as much as you without making any fuss about it." "Oh, I _have_ to work fast, Uncle Steve, 'cause I'm having such a good time! If I didn't fling this spade around hard, I couldn't express my enjoyment; and oh, Uncle, I've struck a treasure!" Sure enough, Marjorie's spade had come in contact with what seemed to be a tin box.

It was quite a large box and was strongly tied with lots of cord, and on it was pasted a paper with the legend, "This treasure was buried by Captain Kidd.

It is of great value." "It is a treasure, it is!" cried Marjorie, and eagerly she wielded her spade to get the box free.

At last she succeeded, and picking it up from the dirt, carried it to the wheelbarrow.
Two or three other children also brought treasures they had found, and this encouraged the others so that they dug deeper.
Shouts of glee rang out from one or another as more and more boxes of treasure were unearthed, and the pile of boxes in the wheelbarrow grew higher every moment.