I should like to get up early--I went so early to bed.

I think I'll just jump out of bed and open a chink of the shutters.

I'll see at once if it's nearly morning, by the look of the sky." She was up in a minute, feeling her way across the room to the window, and without much difficulty she found the hook of the shutters, unfastened it, and threw one side open.

Ah no, there was no sign of morning to be seen.

There was moonlight, but nothing else, and not so very much of that, for the clouds were hurrying across the "orbed maiden's" face at such a rate, one after the other, that the light was more like a number of pale flashes than the steady, cold shining of most frosty moonlight nights.