A new day had begun--a new adventure.

I would not miss any of it.
But the last day, so unnaturally prolonged, was entangled in the skirts of the new.

When did yesterday end?
Why was not this new day the same day continued?
I looked up at my uncle, but he was smiling at me in that amused way of his--he always seemed to be amused at me, and he would make me talk and then laugh at me--so I did not ask my question.

Indeed, I could not formulate it, so I kept staring out on the dim country, and thinking, and thinking; and all the while the engine throbbed and lurched, and the wheels ground along, and I was astonished to hear that they were keeping perfectly the time of the last waltz I had danced at the wedding.

I sang it through in my head.
Yes, that was the rhythm.