Vevi looked about for the other shoes. One lay at the water’s edge. The other was nowhere to be seen.
“Connie, did you have Hanny’s shoe?” she inquired.
“You had it last,” she reminded Vevi. “Remember? When you were playing torpedo.”
“I don’t recall taking it out of the water,” Vevi said, glancing anxiously down the canal. “Did anyone else pick it up?”
No one had seen the shoe.
“It must have drifted away,” Hanny said. “Oh, dear, it belonged to my best pair too.”
“Where does the canal lead?” Connie questioned.
“Past the Mattox farm and on to a drainage ditch. The shoe couldn’t have drifted far though, because the Mattoxes have a footwalk across the water. That would stop the shoe if it went that far.”
“Let’s go see!” proposed Vevi. She started off toward the adjoining property which was separated from the Van Der Lann place by a tall fence.