But at the end of the third ride they noticed some talking at the side of the dock furtherest away from where Mrs. Merrill and Hal were sitting, and Alice stood up to see what was the matter. "Look at that child!" exclaimed Alice. "Look, Mary Jane, at what she’s doing! She’s trying to make her doll sit on the edge of the dock, and anybody would know a doll couldn’t do that!" Evidently everyone around there except the little lady herself was of the same opinion as Alice, for the other children were trying to tell her that the doll couldn’t sit there; that she would fall in surely, surely, if such a thing was attempted. "And it’s such a pretty doll too," worried Mary Jane. "Come on, Alice, let’s get off and tell her not to do it. Maybe she’ll mind us ’cause she doesn’t know us." But they were too late. Just as they stepped off the swan boat ready to hurry over to the end of the dock where the children were, the little lady succeeded in getting the doll set stiff and straight at the very edge of the dock. For a breathless instant the doll sat there. Then, so quickly nobody could reach out a hand or do a thing, the prettily-dressed doll tumbled over on its face—splash!—into the lagoon. For an instant the children all stood motionless in amazement. Then the little mother began to cry, "My dolly’s drowned! My dolly’s drowned! I didn’t want my dolly to drown!" "Then what did you sit her on the edge of the dock for?" demanded an older boy who had tried with the others to tell her that the doll might fall in. "’Cause I wanted her to sit there!" retorted the girl, "that’s why!" Then with a sudden recollection of her loss, the impudence left her and she sat down on the dock and began to cry. "Let’s call for help," suggested Mary Jane, and she looked around to see just where her mother and uncle were sitting. "Call nothing!" exclaimed the big boy, "do you want to get us all run in? Ain’t you got no sense?" Mary Jane looked at him in amazement. What was "run in" and why not call for help when a beautiful doll was drowned? Alice, too, was surprised at the boy’s attitude but being his own age she wasn’t backward about asking for an explanation. "Why not call for help?" she demanded. "How are you going to get the doll out?" "Don’t you worry about that," he said tartly, and then, more politely, he explained, "the park cop told us not to stay close by the water, and here she went and let her doll fall in and if we holler he’ll hear sure as shooting and come and order us on. You just stop crying now," he said to the little mother who, frightened by his order to keep still was crying softly to herself, "we’ll get her out for you—you just wait!" "Is she your sister?" asked Alice. "Sister—nothing!" replied the boy, "think my sister would have such a fine doll? That’s my sister," he added, jerking his thumb toward a ragged little girl on the edge of the group, "my sister ain’t got no doll—but she ain’t a cry baby either!" he added.