ld and thinks about it all the time, he kills everything else in
him. Doesn't that seem dreadful? Not to enjoy all the beautiful, jolly
things in the world?"

Jerry's philosophy was beyond Gyp's practical mind. "What would you do
if you had lots and lots of money, Jerry?"

This was a stupendous question and one Jerry had often liked to ask of
herself. Her answer was prompt.

"I'd keep going to school just as long as ever I could. And then I'd go
all over the world--to Japan and Singapore and India and to the Nile and
Venice and Switzerland and Gibraltar----" her tongue stumbled in its
effort to circle the globe. "Oh--_everywhere_. I'd want to see
everything."

How many young hearts have dreamed of such adventure!

"And yet," Jerry went on, "if I had all the gold in the world right in
my hand I don't believe I could make myself go so far away from
Sweetheart and Little-Dad and the dogs and--and Sunnyside!"

"Oh," Gyp quickly settled such an obstacle. "If you had all the gold in
the world you could take 'em with you."

At that moment they were startled by a loud thud in the hall beneath
them. The Bible crashed to the floor. Each girl instinctively clapped
her hand to her mouth to smother a cry. Then they laughed.

"What _ever_ do you suppose it was? Hark--I hear footsteps." Gyp spoke
in sepulchral tones.

"They're going away," whispered Jerry, relieved. "Goodness, how it
frightened me!" Jerry leaned over to lift the poor Bible. From its pages
had dropped a long envelope. It lay, white and smooth, the address side
upward, on the dusty floor.

"Look, Gyp--a _letter_! It must have been in this Bible."

Gyp took the envelope gingerly.

"It's addressed to father! It's never been opened. It looks as though it
had _just_ been written! Jerry--_that's Uncle Peter's handwriting_!"

Jerry stared at the envelope--except that the letter had been pressed
very flat, it did indeed look as though it had just been written.

"Isn't it _creepy_?" Gyp shivered. "Do you believe in ghosts? _Could_
Uncle Peter Westley have come here and written that--just--maybe, _last
night_?"

It was a horrible thought--Jerry tried not to entertain it. But the
wailing wind made it seem possible!

"What'll we do with it?" Gyp had laid it on the table.

"Let's put it back in the Bible"--that seemed a safe place--"and take it
home. Maybe there is an important message in it that someone ought to
see! But I wish we'd never come here this aftern