promised.
But he felt very sad about it for he said: "Now, we shall never find
them."

"Yes, we shall," said Sweetclover and she laughed so loudly that
Kernel Cob was afraid that she would have hysterics.

And finally the train came to a stop and the conductor came through
calling, "New York, Grand Central Depot," and Margaret picked up
Sweetclover and John picked up Kernel Cob, and they got into another
train and rode a little way and got out again at another station
called Orange. And they got into a wagon and told the driver to drive
like lightning, and in a few minutes they came to a little white house
with honeysuckle growing all about, and they jumped out of the wagon
and were in such a hurry that they forgot to pay the driver. And they
rushed up the path and opened a little white gate in a little white
fence, and up another little path till they came to the little white
house.

"They're going crazy," said Kernel Cob, under John's arm.

"You will see why in a minute," said Sweetclover who was tucked under
Margaret's arm.

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And John pushed open the door and rushed into the house followed by
Margaret, and, finding no one inside, they ran through and out into
the garden, which was a very pretty little garden with beautiful
flowers growing in it.

And in the middle of the garden sat a little boy and a little girl and
they were making mud cakes.

And when John saw them he shouted with a great glad cry.

"JACKIE!"

"PEGGS!"

And Margaret sank down upon the garden path, for she was so happy that
she couldn't move another inch.

And the two children stopped playing and turned to John and Margaret
and a look of wild happiness came into their faces, and Jackie jumped
to his feet and ran to John and threw himself into his outstretched
arms and cried:

"FATHER!"

And Peggs ran to Margaret and was hugged and hugged in her loving
arms.

And all the time Kernel Cob was trying to understand what was going
on, for he knew Jackie and Peggs the moment he saw them, but couldn't
get into his head that Margaret and John were their motheranfather.

"You dear, blessed children," cried John hugging them first one and
then the other, "and to think that we could have ever left you to go
hunt for gold."

"And to think," said Margaret, "that these dolls should have been sent
by Providence, way out to the Yukon to remind us that children are the
greatest riches in the world."

And she held the dolls u