The hours at Frau Schurstab's when she had awaited his visits with an anxious heart came back to her memory.

Then she again saw herself upon the rope.

Lienhard was toying with the little elf below.

But what she beheld this time was far from awakening new wicked wishes, for Juliane once more wore her laurel crown and beckoned kindly to her like a dear, familiar friend.
Finally, pale little Juli appeared, as if shrouded in mists.

Last of all, she saw herself filling the jug for the sick woman and gathering the red pinks for her and Lienhard in the landlady's little garden by the shimmering starlight.