othing but how they could find her. If a
visitor came in, the conversation was all about Sarah; but no one seemed
to be very hopeful that she would be brought back. There were
dog-stealers about, they said, and such a little dog would be easily
picked up and hidden. Poor Diana listened to all this, and got more and
more miserable as the day went on, for she began to feel quite sure that
she should never see her dear little dog again. She moped about, got
very pale, would not eat her dinner, and would have been in utter
despair if Mother had not given her some comfort. For Mother was the
only person who thought there was a chance of Sarah's return, and this
cheered Diana, because she had a feeling that Mother knew everything.

Nevertheless when Monday morning came and there was no Sarah, Diana went
downstairs in the lowest spirits.

"Immediately after breakfast," said her mother, "I shall put on my
bonnet and go out to look for Sarah."

"Will you _promise_ to bring her back?" asked poor little Diana
earnestly.

Even Mother could not _promise_, but she would do her very best, and
when she had started Diana went up to the nursery somewhat comforted, to
wait as patiently as she could for her return.

Long, long before that could possibly happen she stationed herself at
the window, and fixed her eyes on the busy street below. Carts,
carriages, cabs, people, how they all went on and on without a pause,
full of their own business or pleasure! So many ladies, but not Mother;
so many dogs, small and big, but not one quite like Sarah. Diana's mouth
began to droop more and more with disappointment, and she was very near
crying. Even Mother could not bring Sarah back!

"A watched kettle never boils, Miss Diana," said Nurse. "You'd much
better come away from the window and play, and then the time'd pass
quicker."

But Diana would not move. Just as Nurse spoke she caught sight of a
bonnet in the distance just like Mother's, but she had been so often
deceived that she hardly dared to hope. It came nearer--it was opposite
the house. Oh, joy! Mother's face, with an expression of triumphant
satisfaction upon it, looked up to the nursery window. No wonder it was
triumphant, for under her arm there appeared a yellow and white head,
with silky ears and large dark eyes. Sarah was found! It seemed almost
too good to be true.

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You may imagine how Diana rejoiced over Sarah and petted her, and