In two hours more it had sunk a quarter of an inch.
Gibbie threw himself on the floor beside his mother's chair, she covered him with her grey cloak, and he fell fast asleep.

At dawn, he woke with a start.

He had dreamed that Ginevra was in trouble.
He made Janet understand that he would return to guide them home as soon as the way was practicable, and set out at once.
The water fell rapidly.

Almost as soon as it was morning, the people at the Mains could begin doing a little towards restoration.
But from that day forth, for about a year, instead of the waters of the Daur and the Lorrie, the house was filled with the gradually subsiding flood of Jean's lamentations over her house-gear--one thing after another, and twenty things together.

There was scarcely an article she did not, over and over, proclaim utterly ruined, in a tone apparently indicating ground of serious complaint against some one who did not appear, though most of the things, to other eyes than hers, remained seemingly about as useful as before.