The thunder did not wake her.
The shower passed over, and the sky became, serene again, while Mary Erskine slept tranquilly on.

At length the baby began to move in the cradle.

Mary Erskine heard the first sound that its nestling made, and raised herself up suddenly.

The fire had nearly gone out.

There was no flame, and the room was lighted only by the glow of the burning embers.