“But you tied it, Bobby,” she urged. “How could it get gone?”
“Don’t say ‘get gone,’” said Bobby absently. “I don’t know how it got loose, but it has. You can see for yourself. And all our toys are lost!”
“Poor, poor Geraldine!” sobbed Geraldine’s little mother. “All drowned! And Twaddles’ Dicky bird! Maybe, couldn’t Jud have them, Bobby?” she added suddenly.
Bobby had not thought of that.
“You run and ask him,” he said, “while we walk down the brook a way and look for ’em.”