When she could not be thinking out some good thing for her people, she would meditate upon higher things for the good of her own soul.

But first and foremost should be the doing, the helping, the giving of life to the far spent, and of hope to the helpless.
There in that room, where she dwelt continually in those days, she made no vow, she registered no resolution, she imposed no one self upon another self within her to thrust out evil and implant good.

She had no need of that.

It was all as simply natural as the growth of a flower, effortless, rising heavenward by its own instinct life.
In one thing only she made a determination of her will.

She decided that with the new year she would at last take over her fortune and estates into her own management.