Now if you will stoop down and look into the heather, I will show you how she is digging out the glen with this very mist which is hanging about our feet.

At least, so I guess.
For see how the mist clings to the points of the heather leaves, and makes drops.

If the hot sun came out the drops would dry, and they would vanish into the air in light warm steam.

But now that it is dark and cold they drip, or run down the heather-stems, to the ground.

And whither do they go then?
Whither will the water go,--hundreds of gallons of it perhaps,--which has dripped and run through the heather in this single day?
It will sink into the ground, you know.