“She could only wait. But she was not idle while she waited, because she was holding herself in readiness for whatever it was that she would have to do.”
“but by-and-by it got sort of lonesome, and so I went and set on the bank and listened to the current swashing along, and counted the stars and drift logs and rafts that come down, and then went to bed; there ain’nt no better way to put in time when you are lonesome; you can’t stay so, you soon get over it.”