But "never and never" did any Nicie appear.

At last she began to cry.

This process with Ginny was a very slow one, and never brought her much relief.

The tears would mount into her eyes, and remain there, little pools of Baca, a long time before the crying went any further.

But with time the pools would grow deeper, and swell larger, and at last, when they had become two huge little lakes, the larger from the slowness of their gathering, two mighty tears would tumble over the edges of their embankments, and roll down her white mournful cheeks.