The boy waited until nine, but there was no sign of life from the tower.

The boy was angry then, at himself.
He called himself, indeed, a fool, to hide as he did.

Of course she wouldn't wave when he was nowhere in sight--when he had apparently forgotten! And here was a whole precious day wasted! "The next morning, long before eight, the boy stood in plain sight on the piazza.

As before he waited until nine; and as before there was no sign of life at the tower window.

The next morning he was there again, and the next, and the next.