She tried to recall the way they had come, and to look in the direction where the fire by which they had slept last night was burning.

She had forgotten to ask the name of the poor man, their friend, and when she had remembered him in her prayers, it seemed ungrateful not to turn one look towards the spot where he was watching.
A penny loaf was all they had had that day.

It was very little, but even hunger was forgotten in the strange tranquillity that crept over her senses.

She lay down, very gently, and, with a quiet smile upon her face, fell into a slumber.

It was not like sleep--and yet it must have been, or why those pleasant dreams of the little scholar all night long! Morning came.