Marigold blooms in the strangest of places

A girl the age of ten sat on a path, leaning against the front of a house. She was holding a stone in her hand, throwing it into the air and catching it again. She had something tucked under her other arm but it was hidden from sight. Every now and then, the girl would look up to see if anyone was coming. She always believed she was alone, so she didn't know what to expect to find when she looked around. Not really. Maybe she was searching for something, but her meaningless searching never found anything worth moving about.

Only once did she disappear around the side of the house, only to come back and sit down again. She seemed a little light headed after her disappearance though.