She waited, hoping it would turn about, and come towards her.

She threw sticks at it, but in vain.

The boys, who had set it sailing had gone into the woods for raspberries, would have laughed to see her efforts.
Presently she took off her hat, held it by one string, and flung it in, as if it had been a fishing-net.

It was all of no use; the boat acted as if it were alive, and did not choose to be caught.
Dotty had forgotten all about Abby and the visit to aunt Martha's.
"I know what I'll do," thought she, winking very fast.

"I'll catch that boat; I will!" When Dotty had made up her mind, she never stopped for trifles.