Billie Bradley at Three Towers Hall; Or, Leading a Needed Rebellion (Dodo Press)

"Oh, Dad, I can't believe it's true! " In the rather dim light of the gloomy old room the boys and girls looked queer-almost ghostly. They were gathered about a shabby old trunk, and beside this trunk a man was kneeling. As Billie Bradley spoke, the man, who was her father, rose to his feet and thoughtfully brushed the dust from his clothes. Then he stood looking down at the hundreds and hundreds of postage stamps and old coins that filled the queer old trunk. "