No, but I feel as if a big stone is pressing me here. - Johanna Spyri

But she had to go to bed first, and all night she slept soundly on her bed of hay, dreaming of nothing but of shining mountains with red roses all over them, among which happy little Snowflake went leaping in and out.

Heidi, it's just as if we were in a high carriage and were going to drive straight into heaven.

Saying good night to the mountains, the sun throws his most beautiful rays to them, that they may not forget him till the morning.