There was no attempt to explain the "mystery of the Providence," but there was a sublime trust that refused to despair even in the presence of impenetrable darkness.
After the minister had gone, Macdonald Bhain took Ranald aside and asked him as to the arrangements for the funeral.

When Ranald had explained to him every detail, Macdonald laid his hand on his nephew's shoulder and said, kindly, "It is well done, Ranald.

Now you will be going home, and in the morning you will see your aunt, and if she will be wishing to come to the wake to-morrow night, then you will bring her." Then Ranald went home, feeling well repaid for his long hours of anxiety and toil..