Run along like a good girl.

I'm going to say my prayers." It was flippantly spoken, but Muriel realised that it would be better to obey.

She turned about slowly, and began to make her way down to the stream.
The sunlight was beginning to slant through the ravine, and here and there the racing water gleamed silvery.

It was intensely refreshing to kneel and bathe face and hands in its icy coldness.

She lingered long over it.