How had she come into this room?
When she went to bed last night, after preparing her father's supper, there had been a dresser at the window: what had become of the salt-bucket, the meal-tub, the hams that should be hanging from the rafters?
There were no rafters; it was a papered ceiling.

She had often heard of open beds, but how came she to be lying in one?
To fathom these things she would try to spring out of bed and be startled to find it a labour, as if she had been taken ill in the night.

Hearing her move I might knock on the wall that separated us, this being a sign, prearranged between us, that I was near by, and so all was well, but sometimes the knocking seemed to belong to the past, and she would cry, 'That is my father chapping at the door, I maun rise and let him in.' She seemed to see him--and it was one much younger than herself that she saw--covered with snow, kicking clods of it from his boots, his hands swollen and chapped with sand and wet.
Then I would hear--it was a common experience of the night--my sister soothing her lovingly, and turning up the light to show her where she was, helping her to the window to let her see that it was no night of snow, even humouring her by going downstairs, and opening the outer door, and calling into the darkness, 'Is anybody there ?' and if that was not sufficient, she would swaddle my mother in wraps and take her through the rooms of the house, lighting them one by one, pointing out familiar objects, and so guiding her slowly through the sixty odd years she had jumped too quickly.

And perhaps the end of it was that my mother came to my bedside and said wistfully, 'Am I an auld woman ?' But with daylight, even during the last week in which I saw her, she would be up and doing, for though pitifully frail she no longer suffered from any ailment.

She seemed so well comparatively that I, having still the remnants of an illness to shake off, was to take a holiday in Switzerland, and then return for her, when we were all to go to the much-loved manse of her much-loved brother in the west country.