Daniel pretended not to notice when Chad... began looking over the new Pigeon-Raiser's Guide. I really don't care, anyway, he told himself, and began poking at the fire. Dad sat down in a nearby chair. "So, Daniel, how did your pigeons like their new loft?"

"I don't think you really want this kind of doll, Precious. Even though it's cheap, it's not worth the money." Self-pity tears filled Precious' eyes. "But Mama... I love her, I really do. I don't care if she's got a broken finger. And I have the money... she's on sale...."

Juan was impatient. "Coco, you must hurry or we will never get done," he said sharply. But the little burro only plodded. "Get off and walk, Lucita," Juan said. "You are probably too heavy for him when it is so steep." So Lucita walked behind, holding the red scarf tightly.

It stood before her now, tall and mysterious. What could be so dangerous about it? Broken bricks lay piled in the grass near the window, and as Rosie stepped closer she felt a cool breeze brush her face. What treasure was hidden behind those dark walls?