"I'm afraid we ought to ask a few people first," said Toby sadly.
"There's old Rowan. Shall we go and tell him about the boat?"

Old Rowan was looking gloomily out to sea, and never noticed the twins
till they stood before him.

"Please, Mr. Rowan," said Toby, "we've found your boat."

"Found my boat?" asked the old man absently.

"Yes, the Lily. She's out there among the rocks."

"Is she? Ay, she got adrift at high tide. I'd better go after her at
once." But Rowan didn't seem much interested in his boat!

"Me--ew!" A furry ball suddenly sprang onto the fishermen's shoulder,
purring delightedly!

"Hullo!" Rowan was now quite wide awake, and stared around him. "Where
did you come from, Bunch?"

"We found her in the boat--do you know whose she is?" asked Nancy, and
even Toby looked anxious.

"Ay, that I do! My little grandchild has been breaking her heart all day
over Bunch. She's a cripple, you see. Miss, and the kitten's company for
her. It must have followed me to the shore this morning and gone to
sleep on the nets. Matty will glad to find it!"