“Be careful or you’ll scare him away,” Connie warned.
Carrying the net in her right hand, Vevi slipped down the grassy bank.
Just as she was about to reach out and scoop up the turtle, his head disappeared from view.
“Oh, he’s gone!” she wailed. “How mean!”
A moment later, however, the turtle’s head popped up again farther from shore.
“I’ll get him yet!” Vevi announced grimly.
She stripped off her shoes and stockings. Then, moving carefully so that she would not splash, she stole toward the turtle.
“Now!” whispered Connie.
Vevi made a quick sweep with the fish net. She felt something heavy hit the circular rim.
“I’ve got him!” she declared triumphantly.