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Hilda Conkling


Robbers carry a treasure

Into a field of wheat.

With a great bag of silk

They go on careful feet.

They dig a hole, deep, deep,

They bury it under a stone,

Cover it up with turf,

Leave it alone.

What is there in the bag?

Stones that shine, gold?

I cannot rob the robbers!

THEY have not told.

To-night I'd like to know

If they will go

Softly to find the treasure?

I'd like to know

How much yellow gold

A bag like that can hold?