Cousin, if you'll come up stairs, I'll shew you a place where you can sleep." They went up accordingly.
"Mr.Forriner -- " called his wife from the bottom of the stairs when he and Winthrop had reached the top -- "Mr.Forriner! -- the _end_ room -- put him in the end room." "Yes -- it isn't very big, but you won't mind that to take a nap in," said Mr.Forriner, opening the door and ushering Winthrop in.
Where he left him; and what secrets Winthrop's pillow knew were known to none but his pillow.

But the morning was not all lost in sleep; and home's fair images did come most sweet about him before sleep came at all.
He was called to dinner, but chose sleep rather, and slept well all the afternoon.

Towards evening he roused himself, and though feeling very little strength to boast of, he dressed himself and went out.
The day had changed.

A warmer temperature had thawed off the thin sleet, and the pavements were drying.

The rain-cloud of the morning was broken up and scattering hither and thither, and through the clefts of it the sun came blinking in upon the world.