She put out her hand in the darkness and found that her mamma was not beside her.

It had happened before, and she was not frightened.

She had hidden the key of the door that night and nailed down the window, but her mamma had found the key.

Grizel rose, lit the lamp, and, having dressed hurriedly, set off with wraps to the Den.

Her mamma was generally as sensible as anybody in Thrums, but sometimes she had shaking fits, and after them she thought it was the time of long ago.