She watched until the boat vanished in the darkness at the bend.

She found the soap in the bag and took a slow but thorough bath in the washbowl.

Then she unbraided her hair, combed it out as well as she could with her fingers, rubbed it thoroughly with a towel and braided it again.

She put on the calico slip as a nightdress, knelt down to say her prayers.

But instead of prayers there came flooding into her mind memories of where she had been last night, of the horrors, of the agonies of body and soul.