When it began to grow dark, her misery seemed more than she could bear; but then, happily, she grew sleepy, and slept the darkness away.
With the new light came new promise and fresh hope.

What should we poor humans do without our God's nights and mornings?
Our ills are all easier to help than we know--except the one ill of a central self, which God himself finds it hard to help .-- It no longer rained so fiercely; the wind had fallen; and the streams did not run so furious a race down the sides of the mountain.

She ran to the burn, got some water to wash herself--she could not spare the clear water, of which there was some still left in Janet's pails--and put on her own clothes, which were now quite dry.

Then she got herself some breakfast, and after that tried to say her prayers, but found it very difficult, for, do what she might to model her slippery thoughts, she could not help, as often as she turned herself towards him, seeing God like her father, the laird..