Isn't it a grand one ?" "Grand enough certainly to put many thoughts into a body's head, Willie.
What did it put into yours ?" "Please, I would rather not tell just yet," answered Willie, "-- if you don't mind, father." "Not a bit, my boy.

Tell me just when you please, or don't tell me at all.

I should like to hear it, but only at your pleasure, Willie." "Thank you, father.

I do want to tell you, you know, but not just yet." "Very well, my boy.

Now go to bed, and sleep may better the thought before the morning." Willie soon fell asleep now, for he believed he had found what he wanted.
He was up earlier than usual the next morning, and out in the garden.
"Surely," he said to himself, "those ruins, which once held so many monks, might manage even yet to find room for me!" He went wandering about amongst them, like an undecided young bird looking for the very best possible spot to build its nest in.