Hurrying forward to the corner which Pinky had in all probability turned, Mrs.Bray looked eagerly up and down, but to her disappointment Pinky was not in sight.
"Somewhere here.

I thought it was farther off," said Mrs.Bray to herself.

"It's too bad that I should have lost sight of her." She stood irresolute for a little while, then walked down one of the blocks and back on the other side.

Halfway down, a small street or alley divided the block.
"It's in there, no doubt," said Mrs.Bray, speaking to herself again.
On the corner was a small shop in which notions and trimmings were sold.
Going into this, she asked for some trifling articles, and while looking over them drew the woman who kept the shop into conversation.
"What kind of people live in this little street ?" she inquired, in a half-careless tone.
The woman smiled as she answered, with a slight toss of the head, "Oh, all kinds." "Good, bad and indifferent ?" "Yes, white sheep and black." "So I thought.

The black sheep will get in.