“I don’t feel much like sleep myself,” Mr. Alder replied.
“I wonder where she can be hiding.”
The next morning many people came to ask if Clematis had been found.
“No, no, no. There isn’t a sign of her anywhere. I don’t know what we shall do.”
Mrs. Alder made the same answer to every one.
During the day people still looked about in new places.
Afternoon came again, but no Clematis came with it.
Towards evening, Mr. Brooks was sitting in his chair by his little cottage, reading a book.
The sun was sinking behind the mountains in the west.
The birds were singing their evening songs, in the trees by the brook.