When she wished to rest, she would turn her face to the sky, fold her arms across her breast, and lie on the waves as among swelling cushions like a child in a rocking cradle.
And here she was allowed the full privileges of a child.

She shouted; called to the startled wild geese; teased the night-swallows, and the bats skimming along the surface of the lake in quest of water-spiders.
Here she even ventured to sing, and gave voice to charming melodies, which floated over the water like the sounds of an AEolian harp.
Many hours were spent thus on the lake.

The little maid never wearied of the water.

The protecting element restored to her nerves the strength which the stepmotherly earth had taken from them.

A promenade of a hundred steps would tire her so that she would have to stop and rest.
She had become unused to walking.