“But how can we find it?” she sighed.
“I shall have to get men with shovels, and we will sift every bit of sand within the circle Ted made,” he went on. “It will take a little time, but we shall find it. I’ll go back to the cottage and see about hiring some men. I’m afraid your sand-mill wheel must wait, Teddy,” he went on.
“Oh, I don’t mind waiting,” Ted answered good-naturedly. “And I’ll help you sift the sand,” he offered.
“The sooner that is done the better,” his wife remarked. “I never thought I should lose my wedding ring! It is terrible! I can’t tell you how sad I am!”
“Never mind! Never mind,” consoled her husband. “We shall find it later, I’m sure.”
He arose from the sand, brushing the grains from his hands and from his trousers. Then he thrust one hand into his right trouser’s pocket. As he did so, Ted noticed a queer look come over Mr. Keller’s face. It was almost the same kind of look his wife had borne when she first noticed the loss of her ring.
“Oh! They’re gone!” gasped Mr. Keller.
“What is?” asked his wife.
“My keys—my bunch of keys! The office Keys and the keys to Mr. Narr’s safe and his bank deposit box. My keys are gone!” and Mr. Keller began searching frantically in all his pockets.
“You must have dropped them while you were looking for my lost wedding ring,” said Mrs. Keller.