There were plenty of girls, and an abundance of little boys to be found at a great variety of places, but most of the girls wore green-checked dresses, and the boys were in ragged jackets.
Gypsy retraced every step of the way carefully from the roadside to the chestnut-trees.

Mr.Jonathan Jones, delighted that he had actually caught somebody on his plowed land, came running down with a terrible scolding on his lips.

But when he saw Gypsy's utterly wretched face and heard her story, he helped her instead to search the chestnut grove and the surrounding fields all over.

But there was not a flutter of Joy's black dress, not an echo of Winnie's cry.

The sunset was fading fast in the west, long shadows were slanting down the valley, and the blaze of the maples was growing faint.