Lillian came upon Aunt still out in the fields with a lantern, calling her name. She ran through the long grass, calling out, but her cries were only meows. The lantern paused on its journey through the meadow. Aunt turned in her direction.
“Oh, kitten,” she said, “I only wish my Lillian were as easy to find as you. Where is that girl?”
“I’m here, I’m here! Right in front of you.”