nearly eight o'clock
A strange bed indeed , and very different from the one in her cubicle at St. Chad 's ! But at least she was free to go when she pleased ; she meant to be up at daybreak , before anyone on the farm was astir , and to-morrow she would surely reach Westhaven and the steamer , and be able to start for that goal of all her wanderings -- home . It is easy enough before you go to sleep to resolve that you will rouse yourself at a certain time , but not quite so simple to carry it out , especially when you happen to be dead tired ; and Honor 's case was no exception to the rule . Instead of waking at dawn , she slept peacefully till nearly eight o'clock , and might even have slept on longer still if the farmer and his son had not chanced to stroll into the barn on their way to the stable . The boy was walking to the far end to hang a rope on a nail , when he suddenly ran back , with his eyes nearly dropping from his head with surprise . `` Dad ! '' he cried .