So who cares?
There are three good hours before I face Grandmother.

Let's enjoy ourselves." IV Martin couldn't settle down after his solitary dinner that night.
Several times he had jumped out of his father's reading chair and stood listening at the window.

It seemed to him that some one had called his name.

But the only sounds that broke the exquisite quietude of the night were the distant barking of a dog, the whirl of an automobile on the road or the pompous crowing of a master of a barnyard, taken up and answered by others near and far.
Each time the boy had stood at the open window and peered out eagerly and wistfully, but nothing had moved across the moon-bathed lawn or disturbed the sleeping flowers.

Under the cold light of the stars the earth appeared to be more than usually peaceful and drowsy.