But one in the room was not asleep.

Two large eyes looked about in the darkness, and two small hands were smoothing the patchwork quilt.

The boy, who slept on a box under the window, had just awakened from his first sleep.
He drew the quilt up to his chin, so that little peered above it but a great head of silky black curls and the two black eyes.

He stared about in the darkness.

Nothing was visible, not even the outline of one worm-eaten rafter, nor of the deal table, on which lay the Bible from which his father had read before they went to bed.