But, though they scooped with crab nets all about the place where they had found the boat, they could not bring up Vi's doll.
"Oh, didn't you find her?" asked the little girl, when her father, Cousin Tom, and Russ came back in the rowboat.
"No, dear, we couldn't find her," said Daddy Bunker.
"Oh, dear!" and Vi cried very hard.
"Never mind, I'll get you another doll," said her mother.
"They won't ever a doll be as nice as she was," sobbed Vi. "I—I just lo-lo-loved her!"
They all felt sorry for Violet, and Russ said she could have his new knife, if she wanted it. But she said she didn't; all she wanted was her doll.
"Never mind," said Rose, trying to comfort her sister. "Maybe when I find my gold locket, if I ever do, you'll find your lost doll. We've got two things to hunt for now—your doll and my locket."
"But your locket is lost on land, and, maybe, if you dig in the sand enough, you can find it," sobbed Violet. "But you can't dig in the water!"
"Maybe she'll be washed up on the beach with the tide, same as the driftwood and the shells and the seaweed are washed up," put in Russ. "I'll look along the beach every day, Vi, and maybe I'll find your doll for you."