And then I remembered that if I hastened I might be in time for her, for it was her custom to go out with the sunrise.
But I was too late.

When I came to her door it was half-open and the room empty.

Well, thought I, at least I may meet her and have the homeward walk with her.

From the top of Corriemuir hill you may see all the country round; so, catching up my stick, I swung off in that direction.

It was bright, but cold, and the surf, I remember, was booming loudly, though there had been no wind in our parts for days.
I zigzagged up the steep pathway, breathing in the thin, keen morning air, and humming a lilt as I went, until I came out, a little short of breath, among the whins upon the top.