"Where are you?
Where've you gone?
Where HAVE you gone ?" she panted, looking in the closet, under the bed, and even in the trunk and down the water pitcher.
Then she flew down-stairs and out to Old Tom in the garden.
"Mr.Tom, Mr.Tom, that blessed child's gone," she wailed.

"She's vanished right up into Heaven where she come from, poor lamb--and me told ter give her bread and milk in the kitchen--her what's eatin' angel food this minute, I'll warrant, I'll warrant!" The old man straightened up.
"Gone?
Heaven ?" he repeated stupidly, unconsciously sweeping the brilliant sunset sky with his gaze.

He stopped, stared a moment intently, then turned with a slow grin.

"Well, Nancy, it do look like as if she'd tried ter get as nigh Heaven as she could, and that's a fact," he agreed, pointing with a crooked finger to where, sharply outlined against the reddening sky, a slender, wind-blown figure was poised on top of a huge rock.
"Well, she ain't goin' ter Heaven that way ter-night--not if I has my say," declared Nancy, doggedly.

"If the mistress asks, tell her I ain't furgettin' the dishes, but I gone on a stroll," she flung back over her shoulder, as she sped toward the path that led through the open field..