The goat came near to him and lifted up its eyes, and he saw its face.

Then he shrieked and awoke.

The face of the goat had been the face of Naomi.
Now Israel knew that this was no more than a dream, coming of the passage which he had read out of the book at sundown, but so vivid was the sense of it that he could not rest in his bed until he had first seen Naomi with his waking eyes, that he might laugh in his heart to think how the eye of his sleep had fooled him.

So he lit his lamp, and walked through the silent house to where Naomi's room was on the lower floor of it.
There she lay, sleeping so peacefully, with her sunny hair flowing over the pillow on either side of her beautiful face, and rippling in little curls about her neck.

How sweet she looked! How like a dear bud of womanhood just opening to the eye! Israel sat down beside her for a moment.