It was a summer night--she sat on a rude stone, the city on one side, with its lights and lamps;--the whitened fields beyond, with the moon and the stars above; and _above_ she raised her streaming eyes, and she thought that God, the Protector, smiled upon her from the face of the sweet skies.

So, after a pause and a silent prayer, she rose and resumed her way.

When she was wearied she crept into a shed in a farmyard, and slept, for the first time for weeks, the calm sleep of security and hope..