two in the morning
She had a rope in her hand to carry the wood , and her white kerchief on her head . I stood watching her , but she did not turn round . After that I saw no one for days . The spring was urging , and the forest listened ; it was a great delight to watch the thrushes sitting in the tree-tops staring at the sun and crying ; sometimes I would get up as early as two in the morning , just for a share of the joy that went out from bird and beast at sunrise . The spring had reached me too , maybe , and my blood beat at times as if it were footsteps . I sat in the hut , and thought of overhauling my fishing rods and lines and gear , but moved never a finger to any work at all , for a glad , mysterious restlessness that was in and out of my heart all the while . Then suddenly Æsop sprang up , stood and stiffened , and gave a short bark .