“You begin on that side, and I’ll start over here,” suggested Ted to his sister, when they reached the place. “Look over every bit of sand.”
“I will,” she answered. “But there’s an awful lot of sand to look over, Teddy.”
“I know there is, Jan.”
“If we had somebody to help us,” went on the little Curlytop girl. “Couldn’t you get Jimmie?”
“I might get him,” Ted admitted. “But it would take half an hour, and I’d have to leave you alone and maybe Mr. Narr might come along and—and——”
“Oh, well, never mind—we’ll hunt by ourselves,” Janet decided.
So the children began delving in the sand again, looking for the lost wedding ring and the keys, as they had looked many times before. Handful after handful of the shifting, white grains they picked up. They looked carefully in each handful before casting it aside. But nothing rewarded them.
“The keys’ll be easier to find than the ring,” said Ted, pausing a moment to straighten his little, aching back.
“Yes. But I’d like to find the ring too—Mrs. Keller would be so glad,” murmured Janet.
“Maybe we can find ’em both,” said Ted, hopefully.