About nine o'clock
Gazing sharply at its tear-smeared countenance , she exclaimed , `` What 's this ? '' The baby did not seem able to explain what it was , and only answered by a tearful sob . Jonas did not say a word ; but , with the lithe quickness of a dog after a rat , he began to search behind and under benches , in the bushes , on the grass , here , there , and everywhere . About nine o'clock that evening , Pomona came to us with tears in her eyes , and the canary-haired baby in her arms , and told us that Corinne was lost . They had searched everywhere ; they had gone to the police ; telegrams had been sent to every station ; they had done everything that could be done , but had found no trace of the child . `` If I had n't this , '' sobbed Pomona , holding out the child , `` I believe I 'd go wild . It is n't that she can take the place of my dear baby , but by a-keepin ' hold of her I believe we 'll git on the track of Corinne . ''