Her hands were clasped, and she looked at Tommy, appealingly.
Tommy surveyed the hat, which had swung into the pool.
"It's too deep, just there, for me to go in, with my clothes on," he said.
"But there's a shallow part a little way down, and I'll go for it there. Come on."
He jumped up, and crammed his stockings and shoes into his pockets, as they ran down the path, beside the brook.
"How did you lose it?" he asked.
"I was climbing a tree—and—and the wind blowed it off."
"Oh!"
"My governess is reading a book, about half a mile up the stream, where the poplars are."
"Oh!"