Fremont's, and then return home.
When Mr. McDonald learned that the young people were preparing to leave for
the city, he called Dexie to his side, and turning to a small cupboard
brought out a tin box, saying:
"Someane left this box in ma kairt that day I saw ye in the toon. I jaloose
the owner was buyin' somethin' an' laid it there an' forgot aboot it, but I
never saw it till I got hame. I opened it to see if I could fin' the name
o' the owner, an' I found some papers wi' yer faither's name on them. Can
ye mak' oot whit it means, ma lassie? Somethin' is no richt, I tak' it."
Dexie sat down beside him and read several of the letters and papers, and
their contents filled her with surprise. She was well acquainted with her
father's business, as she wrote many of his letters, and she saw at once
that something was indeed wrong.
"How strange that I should come across this!" she said. "This letter is
written by a man named Plaisted; he does business with papa. He has been on
the Island with him, and knows the people that have had dealings with papa,
before he joined him. What are you going to do with the box, Mr.
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