"It makes one acquainted with the Saviour of the World." Rowena was absolutely silent for some moments, then she said:
"I wonder if I shall get out of it what you do?"
"I dare say you will get more."
"You see," she said somewhat wistfully, "it is only since I have had so much time alone that I have begun to think. But I don't feel, even now, that I am dissatisfied or want more than I can get. I mean I don't need the Bible as a prop or guide."
"Perhaps you have never had a flash of light showing you our cause of existence."
"I haven't. I think the only thing I was born for was to be kind to Ted."
General Macdonald was silent. Then Rowena suddenly turned the subject, and told him of her attempt at literature. He was interested at once.
"I'll lend you our clan book. As this is our part of the world, there's a lot of local information in it. I congratulate you on the idea. When one is on one's back, writing is an immense resource. It is even better than reading for taking away from oneself."
"Have you done anything in that way yourself?"
"Yes, I have done a few articles for magazines—chiefly military subjects. I believe I have a book on the lochs of this part. Would you care for it as a reference?"