'I only trust he is not right.

I am getting very fearful about my little girl.
She must have gone far, or she would be home by now.

It is half-past three o'clock.' I pointed out that she had taken food with her, and very likely would not in the ordinary course of events return till nightfall; but I myself felt very anxious, and fear that my anxiety betrayed itself.
Shortly after this, the people whom Mr Mackenzie had sent out to search for Flossie returned, stating that they had followed the spoor of the donkey for a couple of miles and had then lost it on some stony ground, nor could they discover it again.

They had, however, scoured the country far and wide, but without success.
After this the afternoon wore drearily on, and towards evening, there still being no signs of Flossie, our anxiety grew very keen.

As for the poor mother, she was quite prostrated by her fears, and no wonder, but the father kept his head wonderfully well.