She reeled slightly and caught the doorpost for support.

For a few minutes she clung there, then sank to the nearest chair.

After a long time she arose and stumbling half blindly, she put the food in the cupboard and covered the table.

She took the lamp in one hand, the butter in the other, and started to the spring house.

Something brushed close by her face, and she looked just in time to see a winged creature rise above the cabin and sail away.
"That was a night bird," she muttered.