Another day will come early to-morrow morning, and we should sleep over important matters.

But one thing is settled, and must remain so-under all circumstances: the boy is no longer to be taught by the Jew.

He must help you shoe the horses to-morrow.

You will be reasonable!" The smith made no reply, but lighted the monk to the room where he and his son usually slept.

His own couch was covered with fresh linen for the guest--Ulrich already lay in his bed, apparently asleep.
"We have no other room to give you," said Adam, pointing to the boy; but the monk was content with his sleeping companions, and after his host had left him, gazed earnestly at Ulrich's fresh, handsome face.
The smith's story had moved him, and he did not go to rest at once, but paced thoughtfully up and down the room, stepping lightly, that he might not disturb the child's slumber.
Adam had reason to be grateful to the man, and why should there not be good Jews?
He thought of the patriarchs, Moses, Solomon, and the prophets, and had not the Saviour himself, and John and Paul, whom he loved above all the apostles, been the children of Jewish mothers, and grown up among Jews?
And Adam! the poor fellow had had more than his share of trouble, and he who believes himself deserted by God, easily turns to the devil.