She turned and showed that her thin small face was radiant.
"I have been out on the moor.

I wakened just after sunrise, and I heard a skylark singing high up in the sky.

I went out to listen and say my prayers," she said.

"You don't know what the moor is like, Dowie, until you stand out on it at sunrise." She met Dowie's approach half way and slipped her arms round her neck and kissed her several times.

Dowie had for a moment quailed before a thought that she looked too much like a young angel, but her arms held close and her kisses were warm and human.
"Well, well!" Dowie's pats on her shoulder took courage.