To her joy it moved easily.

Exercising the greatest care in sliding it back, she lifted the latch.

It made no sound, and, holding her breath, she softly swung open the door and ran on tiptoe around the corner of the house.

Throwing away her bouquet as she ran, she made for a clump of underbrush at one side of the cottage.
Here she paused, and hearing no disturbance from inside, she continued her flight.

But she had lost her sense of direction, and after fifteen minutes' wandering was about to despair of finding her way, when she espied the honeysuckle bush that she had stripped earlier in the afternoon.