He was not long unsought, for a young girl came anxiously towards us and said, "Have you seen a little boy?"
It reminded me a little of the story, the other way round, of a lost boy who asked a man, "Please, sir, have you seen a man without a little boy, because if you have, I'm the little boy."
She looked as anxious and as distraught as that little boy must have looked, I am sure.
"I think," said Diana, "you will find him behind that rock.—Sara," called Diana, "bring the little boy here."
A small portion of Sara's person appeared round the rock:—"We're velly busy," she said.
So rapidly do women make friendships!
"He's quite safe," said Diana; "your little brother, I suppose?"
The girl blushed. "No, I'm his mother," she said.
She looked so young and so pretty, and her hair must have moved Zerlina to tears, it was so beautiful, and grew so prettily on her forehead. But she looked too young to be searching for lost babies all by herself.
"How old is he?" asked Diana.