Once inside it, Ginevra threw herself into Robert's chair, and laughed, and cried, and laughed again.

Gibbie blew up the peats, made a good fire, and put on water to boil; then opened Janet's drawers, and having signified to his companion to take what she could find, went to the cow house, threw himself on a heap of wet straw, worn out, and had enough to do to keep himself from falling asleep.

A little rested, he rose and re-entered the cottage, when a merry laugh from both of them went ringing out into the storm: the little lady was dressed in Janet's workday garments, and making porridge.

She looked very funny.

Gibbie found plenty of milk in the dairy under the rock, and they ate their supper together in gladness.