Amos, as we have seen, left home after luncheon, and did not return.  He made his way as quickly as he could to the little cottage, and found Mrs Williams in great distress.  The poor little girl also was crying for her brother, declaring that a wicked man had come and stolen him away.  What was to be done?  The cottage where the nurse and children dwelt together was in rather a retired situation, the nearest house to it being a farm-house, which, though only a few hundred yards distant, was built in a hollow, so that what was going on outside the cottage would not be visible to persons about the farm premises.  Mrs Williams was the wife of a respectable farm labourer, of better education and more intelligence than the generality of his class.  They had no children of their own, so that Mrs Williams, who was a truly godly woman, was glad to give a home for a time and a motherly care to the two little ones committed to her charge by Amos.  The husband was, of course, absent from home during the working hours, so that his wife could not call him to her help when she missed the little boy; indeed, on the day of her loss her husband had gone with his master, the farmer, to the neighbouring market-town, some six miles off, so that she could have no assistance from him in the search for the missing child till late in the evening.  As far as Amos could gather from the little girl's description, the man who had stolen away her brother was tall, had a long beard, and very black eyes.  He was not on horseback, and there was no one else with him.  But this was very meagre information at the best on which to build for tracking the fugitives.  So Amos called Mrs Williams into the little parlour, and spread the matter out in prayer before God, whose "eyes are in every place, beholding the evil and the good."  Then wishing the nurse good-bye, with a heart less burdened than before, but still anxious, he remounted his pony, and turned him in the direction of the neighbouring farm-yard.