However, as five—ten—fifteen minutes passed, and they found nothing, the Curlytops began to be discouraged.
There was still a great deal of sand to look over, even within the circle of stones and sticks. Janet stood up a moment to get the kinks out of her legs and, as she did so, a shadow fell across the sand in front of her and her brother.
“Oh!” murmured Janet, for she thought it might be Mr. Narr coming with his gold-headed cane—Mr. Narr who would be so angry because Mr. Keller had lost his keys. “Oh!” said Janet again, and then she looked up.
Her heart did not beat so fast when she saw only her mother and Trouble. Teddy, too, who had glanced up at the movement of the shadow and who had heard his sister’s murmured cry, looked pleased when he saw who it was.
“Well, I wondered what had become of you two,” said Mrs. Martin, who had brought William out to get the sunshine and fresh air, for he now was over the worst of his illness.
“We came down to look for Mr. Keller’s keys and Mrs. Keller’s ring,” explained Teddy.
“I see you have.”
“And Mr. Narr—we saw him going up to our house,” added Janet.
“Yes, he’s up there now, talking to your father,” Mrs. Martin said.
“Does he know about the lost keys yet?” Ted wanted to know.