I threw my rugs over this, and slept as comfortably as in the softest bed.

In the morning I carefully teased the wool up again, and no one could then have imagined where I had passed the night.
Nothing amused me more, when I had lodgings of this description, than the curiosity of the people, who would rush in every morning, as soon as I opened the door.

The first thing they said to each other was always, "Krar hefur hun sovid" (Where can she have slept ?).

The good people could not conceive how it was possible to spend a night _alone_ in a church surrounded by a churchyard; they perhaps considered me an evil spirit or a witch, and would too gladly have ascertained how such a creature slept.

When I saw their disappointed faces, I had to turn away not to laugh at them.
June 29th.
Early the next morning I continued my journey.