“I will come again next year,” said he. “I am always glad to buy crop like this. How you must have dug and weeded and worked to get it!” 14 He went away, and the brothers sat eyeing each other over the tops of the money bags. Their hands were rough and toil worn, just as the old gardener’s had been when he died. 15 “Golden oranges and red apples and cherries bigger and brighter than rubies,” said one of them, softly. “I believe that this is the treasure we have been digging for all year, the very treasure our father meant!”