CHAPTER XII.
JOY IN THE MORNING.
I was too weary with riding to go entirely without sleep.

And moreover it is anxiety and the tremor of excitement which make the pillow sleepless, not, heaven be thanked, sorrow.

God made man to lie awake and hope: but never to lie awake and grieve.

An hour or two before daybreak I fell asleep, utterly worn out.

When I awoke, the sun was high, and shining slantwise on our window.