Daybreak found her winding her painful way along the Harrow Road; and, in order to shorten the distance as much as possible, she took the nearest cut, and struck into the meadows on the right.

Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill.

Here her strength completely failed her, and she was compelled to seek some repose.

Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber.
When she awoke, the sun was high in Heaven.

It was a bright and beautiful day: _so_ bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart was cheered by it.