She walked upon the moor without fatigue, she even worked in a garden Jock Macaur had laid out for her inside the ruined walls of what had once been the castle's banquet hall.
So much of her life had been spent in London that wild moor and sky and the growing of things thrilled her.

She ran in and out and to and fro like a little girl.

There seemed no limit to the young vigour that appeared day by day to increase rather than diminish.
"It's a wonderful thing and God be thankit," said Mrs.Macaur.
Only Dowie in secret trembled sometimes before the marvel of her.

As Doctor Benton had imagined, she prayed forcefully.
"Lord, forgive me if I am a sinner--but for Christ's sake don't take the strange thing away from her until she's got something to hold on to.
What would she do-- What could she!" Robin came into the Tower room on a fair morning carrying her pretty basket as she always did.

She put it down on its table and went and stood a few minutes at a window looking out.