But I can't sleep none myself.
So purty soon I gets up and puts on my shoes and sneaks through the wood-lot and through the gap in the fence by the apple tree and into Miss Hampton's yard.
It was a beauty of a moonlight night, that white and clear and clean you could almost see to read by it, like all of everything had been scoured as bright as the bottom of a tin pan.

And the shadders was soft and thick and velvety and laid kind of brownish-greeney on the grass.

I flopped down in the shadder of some lilac bushes and wondered which was Martha's window.

I knowed she would be in bed long ago, but---- Well, I was jest plumb foolish that night, and I couldn't of kept away fur any money.

That moonlight had got into my head, it seemed like, and made me drunk.