hind a door something rattled. I turn my head to see Stana carrying a cluster of ripe wheat heads. Just at this moment a wagon shaft hits me and pierces my body. I jump, strike my head against the bed-post, and sleep is all over for me.
I do not wish to light the candle, but it must be near midnight. Then the outer door opened softly, and I heard an indistinct noise. Through the crack of my door I can see the fire still burning in the kitchen hearth. By degrees the noise grows louder. The first words I heard were:
“He—in there, sleeps.”
That was a man’s voice. A woman replied: “Of course!”
As God is good to me that is Stana.
I consider a moment whether to get up and join them. My hand was even reaching toward the door latch, when it occurred to me that I would probably be in the way.
Should I look and find out who it was? I peered through the crack in the door. She was evidently sitting there with her brother.
“Now you see, sister, I have served in the army and been about in the world. Now I’m through with it—it is behind me. Now I have something
