A New Alarum. / OF

 

getting into bed again he had always looked out
of the window to see what the night was like—not
that he was one bit anxious about the weather,
except, indeed, he heard his papa getting up to go
out, or knew that he had to go; for he could enjoy
weather of any sort and all sorts, and never thought
what the next day would be like—but just to see
what Madame Night was thinking about—how she
looked, and what she was doing. For he had soon
found her such a changeful creature that, every
time he looked at her, she looked at him with
another face from that she had worn last time.
Before he had made this acquaintance with the
night, he would often, ere he fell asleep, lie won-
dering what he was going to dream about; for,
with all his practical tendencies, Willie was very
fond of dreaming ; but after he had begun in this
manner to make acquaintance with her, he would
just as often fall asleep wondering what the day
would be dreaming about—for, in his own fanciful
way of thinking, he had settled that the look of
the night was what the day was dreaming. Hence,
when Agnes required his services no longer, he fell
asleep the first night with the full intention of
waking just as before, and getting up to have a
peep into the day’s dream, whatever it might be,
that night, and-every night thereafter. But he was
now back in his own room, and there was nothing
to wake him, so he slept sound until the day had