The Romany Rye

The Sound Sleeper - Breakfas

s evening. After looking at the cloud-stone near it, now cold, and split into three pieces, I set about prying narrowly into the condition of the wheel and axle-tree - the latter had sustained no damage of any consequence, and the wheel, as far as I was able to judge, was sound, bein

ing at Belle in the hope of obtaining a compliment from her lips, which did not come, I returned to the dingle, without saying a word, followed by her. Belle set about making preparations for breakfast; and I, taking the kettle, went and filled it at the spring. Having hung it over the fire, I went to the tent in which the postillion was still sleeping, and called upon him to arise. He awoke with a start, and stared around him at first with the utmost surprise, not unmixed, I could observe, with a certain degree of fear. At last, looking in my face, he appeared to recollect himself. 'I had quite forgot,' said he, as he got up, 'where I was, and all that happened yesterday. However, I remember now the whole affair - thunder-storm, thunder-bolt, frightened horses, and all your kindness. Come, I must see after my coach and horses. I hope we shall be able to repair the damage.' 'The damage is already quite repaired,' said I, 'as you will see, if you come to the field above.' 'You don't say so,' said the postillion, coming out of the tent; 'well, I am mightily beholden to you. Good morning, young gentlewoman,' said he, addressing Belle, who, having finished her preparations, was seated near the fire. 'Good-morning, young man,' said Belle, 'I suppose you would be glad of some breakfast; however, you must wait a little, the kettle does not boil.' 'Come and look at your chaise,' said I; 'but tell me how it happened that the noise which I have been making did not awake you; for three-quarters of an hour at least I was hammering close at your ear.' 'I heard you all the time,' said the postillion, 'but your hammering made me sleep all the sounder; I am used to hear hammering in my morning sleep. There's a forge close by the room where I sleep when I'm at home, at my inn; for we have all kinds of conveniences at my inn - forge, carpenter's shop, and

it was high time for him to return to his inn. Belle gave him her hand and wished him farewell: the postillion shook her hand warmly, and was advancing close up to her - for what purpose I cannot say - whereupon Belle, withdrawing her hand, drew herself up with an air which caused the postillion to retreat a step or two with an exceedingly sheepish look. Recovering himself, however, he made a low bow, and proceeded up the path. I attended him, and helped to harness his horses and put them to the vehicle; he then shook me by the hand, and taking the reins and whip mounted to his seat; ere he

mpment: nothing occurred, worthy of being related, for two hours, at the end of which time Bel