The scent of tobacco came to her from below.

To the lonely girl the stars and the scent of the tobacco served as stimulants; she formed a forcible wish.

"I wish," she muttered to herself, "that I was either an angel or a man." Then the next minute she chided herself for her wickedness.

A great wave of love for God, and remorse for impatience and melancholy in her earthly lot, swept over her.

She knelt down beside her bed and prayed.