Uncle Sylvester.  "But I don't think he suspected the existence of
the second treasure here." 

"And then, sir," said Cousin Jane, "it appears that all these
wretched, unsatisfactory scraps of stories you were telling us were
nothing after all but"--

"My way of telling THIS one," said Uncle Sylvester. 

As the others were eagerly gathering around the unearthed treasure,
Marie approached him timidly, all her audacity gone, tears in her
eyes, and his ring held hesitatingly between her fingers.  "How can
I thank you--and how CAN you ever forgive me?" 

"Well," said Uncle Sylvester, gazing at her critically, "you might
keep the ring to think over it." 

End of this Project Gutenberg etext of Sally Dows.