Most like she's gone."

Sara's heart sank, and as they came in sight of the forests of masts,
the bales of goods, the piles of boards, of pig iron, of bricks and all
the other impedimenta of a wharf, for the first time her heart was full
of misgivings.

"Stop you there," said the boy, "and I will go and see," and he darted
away, leaving Sara somewhat forlorn amongst the rough crowd of sailors
and dockmen.

"Hullo, mother!" said a jolly-looking red-faced man who had nearly
toppled over the little frail figure; "what you doing so far from home?
They are missing you shocking in some chapel away in the hills
somewhere, I'm sure."

"Well, indeed, 'tis there I would like to go as soon as my business is
ended. 'Tis Gethin Owens I am looking for, mate of the _Gwenllian_."

"Oh, ho," said the man, "you may go back to chapel at once, little
woman; you won't find him, for he sailed yesterday for France."

At this moment the boy returned with the same information, and Sara
turned her face sorrowfully away from the shipping.

"I will give you two pennies if you will take me back to Bryn Street."

"Come on," said the boy.

He did not tell her that his home lay in that identical street, and