noon
When his head was nodding , he struggled once to open his eyes . `` I do n't understand -- anything -- blades of grass -- or anything , '' he asserted sleepily , as I closed his door . Exhaustion had brought its childlike petulance , but I knew that drowsiness would do its work , and that he was now safely stowed away for at least ten hours . He would not interfere with my plans before noon . For a few moments that night I sat on the edge of my own bed . `` What if I am right ? '' I whispered to myself .