A prize would be given to the one who had the most valuable collection, according to the values given on the placard.
At the word "go!" they scuttled away, and hunted eagerly, now and then stooping to pick up a pin from the floor, or reaching up to get a horseshoe from the mantelpiece.

The rooms had been literally sown with the small objects; the clovers and horseshoes being cut from pasteboard and painted, and the black cats being tiny china, wooden, or bronze affairs.
Cousin Jack must have had an immense store of these findings, for the baskets filled rapidly, and yet there seemed always more to be found.
"How are you getting along, Hester ?" asked Marjorie as she met her.
"Can't find any hardly.

I never have any luck! I s'pose you have a basket full!" "Nearly," said Marjorie, laughing at Hester's ill-nature in the midst of the others' merriment.
"Say, Hester, I'll tell you what! I'll change baskets with you.

Want to ?" "Will you ?" and Hester's eyes sparkled.

"Oh, Marjorie, will you ?" "Yes, I will, on condition that you'll be nice and pleasant, and not go around looking as cross as a magpie!" "All right, give me your basket," and Hester put on a very bright smile in anticipation of winning the game.
"What did you do that for ?" asked Kitty, who saw the transfer of baskets.
"Oh, because.