But she was a brave child; nothing frightened her much except her father; she turned and went slowly back to the edge of the hollow: Nicie must by this time be visible.
In her haste and anxiety, however, Nicie had struck into another sheep-track, and was now higher up the hill; so that Ginny could see no living thing nearer than in the valley below: far down there--and it was some comfort, in the desolation that now began to invade her--she saw upon the road, so distant that it seemed motionless, a cart with a man in it, drawn by a white horse.

Never in her life before had she felt that she was alone.

She had often felt lonely, but she had always known where to find the bodily presence of somebody.

Now she might cry and scream the whole day, and nobody answer! Her heart swelled into her throat, then sank away, leaving a wide hollow.

It was so eerie! But Nicie would soon come, and then all would be well.
She sat down on a stone, where she could see the path she had come a long way back.