Then she sprang out of bed, with some such thought as this—"O God, help me, and show me what is right to do." With trembling, agitated fingers, she hastened to dress, and then, without losing a moment needlessly, she hurried to her father.
"Why, Grace, what is the matter, child!" said he.
"Oh, father, I feel sure there has been a wreck near! I have heard the most awful shrieks that I ever in my life heard before; and I am sure some poor wretches are drowning."
"Nonsense, Grace! You were very nervous last night, and you look as if you have not slept. Your fears have mastered you. That which you thought a cry was only the wind. At least we may hope so; for I do not think you could hear screams, or anything else, in such a storm."
"But, father, I am sure that the cries came from human beings in extremity. Do believe me, for I know it is the truth, and not any foolish fancy of mine. Listen for yourself."
"It is no use, Grace; nothing can be heard but the wind."
"But, father, I know there is a wreck not far from the island."
Mr. Darling shook his head, and tried to appear indifferent.
"Even if it is so, Grace, we can do nothing," said he.
"Oh, yes, father, we must go to their rescue," replied his daughter.