The loss of life was small, but that of property was very great.

Six hours did the work of ruin, and then the flood began to turn.
It was a long waiting until they came home--my father and John.

At daybreak I saw them standing on the doorstep.

A blessed sight! "O father! my dear father!" and I drew him in, holding fast his hands--faster and closer than I had done since I was a child.

He did not repel me.
"Thee'rt up early, and it's a cold morning for thee, my son.