My room was suffocating, and I took a pillow, and crawled out on the roof of the kitchen, just under my window, and stretched myself out on the shingles, and winked back at the stars which winked at me, and thought of the bright, flashing eyes of the bewitching unknown.

I resolved to seek her acquaintance, through her brother, and never, never to blunder again, but to be calm and cool like other young men--calm, cool, and persistent.

It might have been four o'clock in the morning that I came to this determination, and so soothing was it, that I was able to take a brief nap after it.
I was awakened by young Knickerbocker, the lady's brother, tickling the soles of my feet with a rake, and I started up with such violence from a sound sleep, that I slipped on the inclined plane, rolled down to the edge, and went over into a hogshead of rain-water just underneath.
"A capital way to take your morning bath," smiled Knickerbocker.
"Come, Mr.Flutter, get out of that, and find your rod and line, and come along.

I have a good breakfast in this basket, which we will eat in some dewy nook of the woods, while we are waiting for a nibble.

The early bird catches the worm, you know." "I'll be with you in a moment," I answered with a blank grin, determined to be cool and composed, though my sudden plunge had somewhat dazed me; and scrambling out of the primitive cistern, I regained the roof by means of a ladder standing against a cherry-tree not far away.
Consoling myself with the idea that this early adventure was an _accident_ and not a _blunder_, I hastily dressed, and rejoined my new friend, with rod and line, and a box of flies.
We had a delightful morning.