He joined in the hymn of praise to Osiris, and his whole form glowed with strength and gladness.
When the quiet night succeeded the luxurious day, so still was it that the lapping of the waves of the Nile might be heard.

Jesus lay on a curtained couch of down, and could not sleep.

How well he had slept in the hut by the Nile! He was hot and rose and looked out of the window.
The stars sparkled like tiny suns.

He lay down again, prayed to his Father, and fell asleep.

The next day, when the feast was over, he would find the rooms in which the old writings were kept, and the teachers who would instruct him.