Not only were we sure of being dry and warm and sheltered from the wind, but we had the softest and most luxurious mattresses that could be made from moss.

This had been Maud's idea, and she had herself jealously gathered all the moss.

This was to be my first night on the mattress, and I knew I should sleep the sweeter because she had made it.
As she rose to go she turned to me with the whimsical way she had, and said: "Something is going to happen--is happening, for that matter.

I feel it.
Something is coming here, to us.

It is coming now.