He and the schoolmaster went out-of-doors and must have talked together while I was eating a bowl of bread and milk which Mrs.Hacket had brought to me.
When I went to bed, by and by, I heard somebody snoring on the little porch under my window.

The first sound that reached my ear at the break of dawn was the snoring of the same sleeper.

I dressed and went below and found the constable in his coon-skin overcoat asleep on the porch with a long-barreled gun at his side.

While I stood there the schoolmaster came around the corner of the house from the garden.

He smiled as he saw the deacon.
"Talk about the placid rest of Egyptian gods!" he exclaimed.