“Where?” demanded Connie.
Vevi had raised the net. The turtle had not been trapped.
“I’ll get him next time!” Vevi said crossly. “He’ll stick his old head up in a minute and then I’ll net him.”
Patiently, the girls waited. But the minutes went by and not a glimpse of the turtle did they obtain.
Vevi began to feel very chilly without her shoes and stockings.
“We can’t wait any longer,” Connie told her. “It’s late and the sky looks funny.”
“Sort of smoky,” Vevi agreed.
Wisps of fog were filtering in over the treetops. The girls could feel dampness everywhere.
“Fog is coming in from the ocean,” Connie said uneasily. “We must leave right away.”
Vevi began to pull on her shoes and stockings. She had lost interest in turtles. The heavy mist went through her light clothing making her quite uncomfortable.