Then, with the long, wooden rake the man began "combing," as Vi called it, the snow along the hill. There was no need to look in the middle, where the sleds slid down, for there the snow was packed hard, and anything, even smaller than a good-sized Japanese doll, could be seen easily. But Dick raked on each side in the soft snow.
Pretty soon he cried:
"Did you find it?" asked Vi.
"Yes, this time I have it!" replied Dick, and he held up to view Margy's lost doll. She had fallen into the soft snow, and was not hurt a bit.
"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Margy.
After the snow had been brushed off the Japanese doll, Margy hugged her close in her arms.
"I'm never, never, never going to lose you again!" cried the little girl.
"And we're much obliged to you for finding her," said Rose to Dick.
"Oh, yes, I forgot. Mother said I was always to say thank you, and I do!" exclaimed Margy. "I could give you a kiss, too, if you wanted it," she went on, "and so could my doll."