A pause followed. It was clear that she was in a dream-boat, with Jesus in the hinder part asleep upon a pillow. The sounds of the water outside had stolen through her ears and made a picture in her brain. Suddenly she cried out:
"I tellt ye sae! I tellt ye sae! Luik at it! The jaws (waves) gang doon as gin they war sae mony wholpies!"
She woke with the cry—weeping.
"I thocht I had the sicht o' my een," she said sobbing, "and the Lord was blin' wi' sleep."
"Do you hear the watter?" said Annie.
"Wha cares for that watter!" she answered, in a tone of contempt. "Do ye think He canna manage hit!"
But there was a jabble in the room beside them, and Annie heard it.
The water was yelping at the foot of the bed.
"The watter's i' the hoose!" cried she, in terror, and proceeded to rise.
"Lie still, bairn," said Tibbie, authoritatively. "Gin the watter be i' the hoose, there's no ootgang. It'll be doon afore the mornin'. Lie still."
Annie lay down again, and Tibbie resumed: