Only last week! And to-day she was free.

She had awakened to the danger almost at the eleventh hour, and she had escaped.

Thank God she had escaped in time! She suddenly wished that she had remembered to utter her thanksgiving during that very monotonous service instead of going to sleep.

But somehow it seemed just as appropriate out here under the glorious beeches.

She sat down on a mossy root and drank in the sweetness with a deep content.