The Inn at Misty Lake: Book Two in the Misty Lake Series by Standafer Margaret

Author:Standafer, Margaret [Standafer, Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2015-11-12T05:00:00+00:00

“Hey, you, how was your day?” Susan asked brightly as she pulled off her coat and gloves.

“Look at this.”

Susan sat down on the floor next to him. “What is it?”

“Some kind of box. I just found it under the old floor boards.” Riley handed her the box and much like he had done, she examined the cover then slowly tilted it to see the bottom. Whatever was inside rattled and jangled as the box shifted.

“Someone hid something, I bet.” Her eyes danced. “What do you think it is?”

“Well, there’s one easy way to find out.”

“Oh, we have to guess first!”

“Naturally. Well, I think it’s a million dollars.”

“A million dollars wouldn’t fit in here,” she scolded.

“Okay, then it’s a hundred dollars.”

“You’re no fun. I think it’s another journal that’s going to give me all the answers I didn’t get from the other one. Oh, and pictures. Lots of pictures.”

“Now who’s not any fun?”

Susan laughed then leaned over and kissed him. “Anyway, hello.”

“Hi. Now open it.”

Susan eased the lid off the box and they both leaned forward to peer inside. “Look, it must have been someone’s treasure box.”

Susan lifted out a bag of marbles and a box of crayons. Clanking around the box were some rocks, buttons, and a few silver dollars.

“Morgan Silver Dollars,” Susan said turning the coins over and looking for dates, “from 1899 and 1901.” She handed them to Riley so he could get a better look. “I think these can be valuable.”

“Are you a coin collector or something?” Riley took his turn studying the coins.

“No, not at all, I just know that these with Lady Liberty are called Morgan Dollars and since they’re old, are made mostly of silver.”

“Worth checking out. Too bad it’s not full of them. What’s on the bottom?”

There was still a piece of paper on the bottom of the box and Susan picked it up gingerly. It was folded in half and as she began unfolding it, cards fluttered into her lap. She heard Riley catch his breath before he shouted, “Don’t touch them!”

A little taken aback, she shot him a questioning look. Riley, however, wasn’t looking at her. He was far more interested in what was lying on her legs and around her on the floor.

“They’re baseball cards…really old baseball cards.” There was a level of awe in his voice she had heard only once before—when he had held his nephew for the first time. She wondered how Joe would feel about that, but then decided Joe would probably be pretty darn excited about the cards, too.

“They look like they’re in fairly decent condition. We shouldn’t touch them or we’ll get oil and dirt on them, and that can ruin them. I’ll go find something to pick them up with and something to put them in.”

Susan watched Riley dash from the room. When he returned, it was with surgeon-like precision that he used the long tweezers to pick up one card at a time by the corner.

“Ty Cobb? No way. And Frank Chance? Joe Tinker? Cy Young?” His voice was rising with each name.

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