She fell asleep.

When she awakened it was five o'clock.
The fire in the stove was out, but the water was still warm.

She bathed and dressed, not without care, yet as swiftly as was her habit at home; and she wore white because Glenn had always liked her best in white.

But it was assuredly not a gown to wear in a country house where draughts of cold air filled the unheated rooms and halls.

So she threw round her a warm sweater-shawl, with colorful bars becoming to her dark eyes and hair.
All the time that she dressed and thought, her very being seemed to be permeated by that soft murmuring sound of falling water.