"Is this where mother comes to be alone?" I asked.
"Somewhere about here," said she. "Not far off, commonly."
And she called in a soft voice, which must have carried a good way, the air was so still—
"Mrs. Phrynne! Mrs. Phrynne!"
But there wasn't any answer.
"Come! we'll look," Mary answered.
We kept as near to the railings as could be, but sometimes we had to go round a pile of rocks and bushes. Mary and I searched some distance both ways, and all to no good. There wasn't a sign of a living creature.
Once the moon went in, and how dark it was! I felt chilly and frightened.
"Perhaps she is gone home, and she'll be tired waiting for us," I said.
"I don't think it," Mary answered.