And to her latest breath she went on loving Tommy just the same.  She thought everything out calmly for herself; she saw that there is no great man on this earth except the man who conquers self, and that in some the accursed thing which is in all of us may be so strong that to battle with it and be beaten is not altogether to fail.  It is foolish to demand complete success of those we want to love.  We should rejoice when they rise for a moment above themselves, and sympathize with them when they fall.  In their heyday young lovers think each other perfect; but a nobler love comes when they see the failings also, and this higher love is so much more worth attaining to that they need not cry out though it has to be beaten into them with rods.  So they learn humanity’s limitations, and that the accursed thing to me is not the accursed thing to you; but all have it, and from this comes pity for those who have sinned, and the desire to help each other springs, for knowledge is sympathy, and sympathy is love, and to learn it the Son of God became a man.

And Grizel also thought anxiously about herself, and how from the time when she was the smallest girl she had longed to be a good woman and feared that perhaps she never should.  And as she looked back at the road she had travelled, there came along it the little girl to judge her.  She came trembling, but determined to know the truth, and she looked at Grizel until she saw into her soul, and then she smiled, well pleased.

Grizel lived on at Double Dykes, helping David in the old way.  She was too strong and fine a nature to succumb.  Even her brightness came back to her.  They sometimes wondered at the serenity of her face.  Some still thought her a little stand-offish, for, though the pride had gone from her walk, a distinction of manner grew upon her and made her seem a finer lady than before.  There was no other noticeable change, except that with the years she lost her beautiful contours and became a little angular—­the old maid’s figure, I believe it is sometimes called.

No one would have dared to smile at Grizel become an old maid before some of the young men of Thrums.  They were people who would have suffered much for her, and all because she had the courage to talk to them of some things before their marriage-day came round.  And for their young wives who had tidings to whisper to her about the unborn she had the pretty idea that they should live with beautiful thoughts, so that these might become part of the child.

When Gavinia told this to Corp, he gulped and said, “I wonder God could hae haen the heart.”

“Life’s a queerer thing,” Gavinia replied, sadly enough, “than we used to think it when we was bairns in the Den.”

He spoke of it to Grizel.  She let Corp speak of anything to her because he was so loyal to Tommy.

“You’ve given away a’ your bonny things, Grizel,” he said, “one by one, and this notion is the bonniest o’ them a’.  I’m thinking that when it cam’ into your head you meant it for yoursel’.”