It was broad daylight when Myrtle awoke amidst the deep of the Schlossberg, beneath an old fir-tree overgrown with and . A thrush was whistling overhead; another was answering in the distance far down the valley. The morning breeze was fanning the ; but the air, already warm, was loaded with the sweet perfumes of the ground-ivy, the honeysuckle, the woodruff, and the sweetbriars.  
The young gipsy opened her eyes with remembering, with surprise and delight, that the voice of Catherine would no more trouble her, calling, "Myrtle! Myrtle! where are you, you idle child?" she smiled, and listened to what gave her pleasure, the note of the thrush singing among the trees.
 
Near at hand a spring was bubbling out of a ; the girl had but to look round to see the living stream running, sparkling and clear, amidst the long grass. From the rock high overhead hung an arbutus loaded with its gorgeous freight of berries.
 
Though Myrtle was thirsty she felt too idle to move amongst all this beauty and all this harmony, and she dropped her pretty brown face, smiling and admiring the daylight through her long dark .
 
"This is how I am always going to be," she said. "How can I help it? I am an idle girl. I was made so."
 
Dreaming in this lazy way, the picture rose up in her mind of the farm-yard with the proud cock among his hens, and then she remembered the eggs, how they used to find them in the straw in some corner of the barn.
 
"If I had a couple of hard-boiled eggs," she thought, "just like those Fritz had yesterday in his bag, with a crust of bread and a little salt, I should like it very well. But what signifies? When you can't get eggs you have blackberries and whinberries."
 
A of whinberries made her little with expectation.
 
"There are some here," she said; "I can smell them."
 
She was right. The wood was full of them.
 
In another minute, not hearing the thrush, she raised herself on her elbow and noticed the bird picking at the arbutus-berries.
 
Then she went to the and took a little clear water in her hollow hand, and observed that there was plenty of watercress.
 
Then she remembered what she had never taken the trouble to think of before, some words of the curé, Niclausse about the birds of the air that God provided for, and the lilies of the field that were more beautiful than the glory of Solomon, and she remembered the lesson about not being anxious for food and clothing, and thought that that would just suit her, for she did not think of any of the teaching of the same great Teacher about industry, and ,............