I clapped the boy on the shoulder as I said:  “You acted like a man in the emergency, and I’m proud of you.  The bringing out a young fellow strong is almost worth the cost of a barn.”

My wife came and put her arm around my neck and said: 

“You bear up bravely, Robert, but I fear you are discouraged at heart.  To think of such a loss, just as we were getting started!” and there were tears in her eyes.

“Yes,” I replied, “it will be a heavy loss for us, and a great inconvenience, but it might have been so much worse!  All sit down and I’ll tell you something.  You see my training in business led me to think of the importance of insurance, and to know the best companies.  As soon as the property became yours, Winifred, I insured the buildings for nearly all they were worth.  The hay and the things in the barn at the time will prove a total loss; but it is a loss that we can stand and make good largely before winter.  I tell you honestly that we have no reason to be discouraged.  We shall soon have a better barn than the one lost; for, by good planning, a better one can be built for the money that I shall receive.  So we will thank God that we are all safe ourselves, and go quietly to sleep.”

With the passing of the storm, the children had become quiet, and soon we lost in slumber all thought of danger and loss.

In the morning the absence of the barn made a great gap in our familiar outlook, and brought many and serious thoughts; but with the light came renewed hopefulness.  All the scene was flooded with glorious sunlight, and only the blackened ruins made the frightful storm of the previous evening seem possible.  Nearly all the chickens came at Winnie’s call, looking draggled and forlorn indeed, but practically unharmed, and ready to resume their wonted cheerfulness after an hour in the sunshine.  We fitted up for them the old coop in the orchard, and a part of the ancient and dilapidated barn which was to have been used for corn-stalks only.  The drenching rain had saved this and the adjoining shed from destruction, and now in our great emergency they proved useful indeed.

The trees around the site of the barn were blackened, and their foliage was burned to a crisp.  Within the stone foundations the smoke from the still smouldering debris rose sluggishly.

I turned away from it all, saying:  “Let us worry no more over that spilled milk.  Fortunately the greater part of our crates and baskets were under the shed.  Take the children, Merton, and pick over the raspberry patches carefully once more, while I go to work in the garden.  That has been helped rather than injured by the storm, and, if we will take care of it, will give us plenty of food for winter.  Work there will revive my spirits.”