The beams of the new light fell fair and glorifying on the girl's face; the faint, calm breezed ruffled the lighter locks of her hair.

Once this would have awakened her; but it did not disturb her now.
Soon after the voice of the child who sojourned with the women in the house was heard beneath, in the hall, through the half-opened door of the room.

The little creature was slowly ascending the stairs, singing her faltering morning song to herself.

She was preceded on her approach by a tame dove, bought at the provision market outside the walls, but preserved for the child as a pet and plaything by its mother.

The bird fluttered, cooing, into the room, perched upon the head of the couch, and began dressing its feathers there.