It was his boast that he never went to sleep a second time; and one of his nearest approaches to a confidence was the remark that he owed something to that habit.

Now Rachel, who was a bad sleeper, kept quite a different set of hours, and was seldom seen outside her own rooms before the forenoon.

One magnificent morning, however, she was tempted to dress and make the best of the day which she had watched breaking shade by shade.

The lawns were gray with dew; the birds were singing as they never sing twice in one summer's day.

Rachel thought that for once she would like to be up and out before the sun was overpowering.