It always seemed as if a great joy came into her voice and as if she wanted to make this joy appeal to all who listened.

And yet this song touched Marianne's heart so deeply that she wept every time she heard it.

So it happened this evening.

There was a log lying before the house-door which served her for a resting-place when, in the evening, she wanted to get a little fresh air.

She rolled it under the window so that she might look for a moment into the room.