They poured out full notes of thrilling sweetness and their music comforted the child, and she began to smile very faintly to herself, and to hope that as God had let the sun come out, and the birds sing, so He had forgiven her.
The poor little Pink began to mew loudly in her basket, and Daisy let her out of her prison, and when kitty rubbed her soft head against her little mistress's sleeve the child felt some fresh thrills of comfort.
She felt terribly disinclined to move, however, and was really more weak and exhausted than absolutely hungry.

The day wore on, and the little girl and her cat remained unnoticed in their corner of the large field.

There was a right of way through the field, and foot-passengers came and went, but Daisy in her sombre little black dress failed to attract any attention.

She was quite in the shade under her hedge-row, and it is to be doubted if any one saw her.

At last from utter weariness she sank down on the ground and fell asleep.
The Pink curled herself up by her little mistress's side and slept also.