She drew her cloak more closely round her, and saw that the stars already stood in the sky.

But still Joseph came not.

And from the hill the singer: "And from the root of Jesse a twig shall spring." And a second voice: "And all nations shall rise up and sing her praises." So did the shepherds sing the songs of their old kings and prophets.
At last Joseph came slowly from the town.

The enrolment was to take place to-morrow at nine o'clock; that was all right.

But there was difficulty over the lodging for the night.