Would Molly come out! It seemed as if she would not.

No stir, and the closed house door looking forbidding and unhopeful.

Daisy waited, and waited, and walked up and down the bit of a path, from the gate quite to the house door; in hopes that the sound of her feet upon the walk might be heard within.
Daisy's feet did not make much noise; but however that were, there was no stir of a sound anywhere else.

Daisy was patient; not the less the afternoon was passing away and pretty far gone already, and it was the first of October now.

The light did not last as long as it did a few months ago.