But when she saw the preparations for retiring she hesitated, perplexed.
"She's tired from her long journey," she thought, "so maybe I ought not to sit up and keep the light burning.

Maybe she'll appreciate it if I go to bed, too.

I can lie and think even if I'm not sleepy." The rip in the skirt had to be mended, however, or she would not be presentable in the morning.

It was a small one, and she did not sit down to the task, but in order that she might work faster stood up and took short hurried stitches.

Next, taking off her shoe to use the heel as a hammer, she drove the nail in the wall over the side of her bed, and hung the picture where she could see it the last thing at night and the first in the morning.