Penny hooked the cameo pin in the curve of the stick and began raising it inch by inch up the side of the pool.
“If I can get it up high enough reach down and snatch it,” Penny advised her chum. “Oh, shoot, there it goes!”
The pin had slipped away from the stick and settled once more on the bottom of the pool.
“You can’t get it, Penny,” Louise insisted. “You’re making the alligator all excited by prodding around.”
“I don’t care about him. I’ll try once more if I can locate the pin. It seems to be hiding from me now.”
The water was so disturbed that Penny could not see the pin or the bottom of the pool. She waited several minutes for the dirt to settle and then gazed down once more.
“There it is!” she exclaimed. “It moved over quite a ways to the right.”
Louise flattened herself beside Penny. “Oh, let the pin go,” she said.
“No, I think I can get it. Say, there seems to be something else on the bottom of the pool.”
“Where?”