Penelope's Experiences in Scotland by Kate Douglas Wiggin

When we awoke next morning the sun had forgotten itself and was shining in at Mrs. M'Collop's back windows.

We should have arisen at once to burn sacrifices and offer oblations, but we had seen the sun frequently in America, and had no idea (poor fools! ) that it was anything to be grateful for, so we accepted it, almost without comment, as one of the perennial providences of life.