“Girls are always curious,” he answered, good-humoredly. “I picked it off a bush.”
“You and mother shall both have cloaks, and dresses, too,” answered Tom, cheerfully.
“You speak as if you had come into a fortune, Tom,” said his mother.
“I have been very lucky to-day. I will tell you all about it presently.”
Tom preferred to say what he had to his mother alone, as his sister was too young to be trusted with a secret.
“Go to California!” exclaimed Mrs. Thatcher, in dismay, when Tom had finished his story. “You surely can’t be in earnest, Tom?”
“Why, not, mother? Remember, there is a bag of gold dust somewhere there which belongs to us. If my father knows what is going on here, don’t you think it would be a relief to him to know that this money was in our hands? When he was gathering it he was thinking of us. It was for our sakes that he went so far from home, and thus far his labor has brought us no advantage.”
Tom spoke earnestly, and his mother was somewhat impressed by his words. Still she had a mother’s reluctance to have her only boy leave her on a distant trip for an uncertain period.
“Of course, I wouldn’t go if you and Tillie were likely to suffer,” continued Tom. “But I shall be able to leave with you as much money as I earned in the whole of last year, besides buying you some dresses, and so on, before I go.”
“I can’t understand where all this money comes from, Tom,” said Mrs. Thatcher, in a puzzled tone.
“I am not at liberty to tell you, mother; I can only say it is given me for the special purpose of making this journey.”
“But who could possibly care so much about your going to California.”
“It is some one who once knew father, and knew about the bag of gold dust being concealed.”
“So it does, mother. It seems very strange to me. But shall I reject a piece of good fortune because it seems strange?”
“I can’t look on it as good fortune to be separated from my boy.”
“Of course, mother, we shall miss each other, but a year or perhaps less, will soon pass, and we can be together once more. I will hire a boy to come and prepare the wood and do errands for you. Charlie Bates will be willing to do it, I know, and I will make it worth his while.”
“It won’t be necessary, Tom. If you go away I shall not live in this house.”