There are some stories that I will just always, always find appealing, and stories about treasure hunts are one of them. The kids, knocking a hole between two wardrobes so that they can play at passing messages through, find in the space between the wardrobes an old journal left behind by a ten year old girl who used to live in their house. She hid her coin collection and set up a series of cryptic little notes as a game between her and her dad, but the family moved house and the treasure was never found. Well, cue the Boxcar Children tracking their way through haberdashery and dollhouse and grandfather clocks, trying to puzzle out this little trail that was thought to have long gone cold. Not a great deal happens, but it's a fun little adventure and makes me want to go on a treasure hunt myself.