"I bet she did!" Chris said with an unbelieving laugh.
Here Noel made a rush forwards. They had reached the top of the field, and there was some red amongst the grass along a bank there.
But when Chris reached the spot he was bitterly disappointed.
"They're so tiny, they're not proper strawberries!"
"They taste nice and sweet," said Noel, putting some of the little strawberries into his mouth. "Let's pick a lot of them."
They set to work. There were really a fine number on the bank, and Chris began to wish Diana was with them.
"She's so quick," he said. "She'd pick a lot in no time."
But Diana did not come. There was no sign of her. And by the time they had nearly filled their basket, Chris said they must go home.
On their way back, they passed the place where the accident had happened.
The car was gone, but Noel's quick eyes spied something in the hedge. He pounced upon it at once. It proved to be a small leather purse attached to a little gold chain.