They've gone, and young willows have sprung up.

Yonder's the low cliff.

It looks as if we had arrived!" Agatha stopped for a few moments and felt her heart beat.

The dream she had first dreamed long since had come true, but she knew it might not have done so had she not had Thirlwell's help.

In the meantime, the scene impressed itself upon her brain, so that she could long afterwards recall it when she wished--the nearly level sunbeams falling across the trees and turning their bark fiery red, the gleam of water, and the figures of the men plodding slowly downhill with their loads.