No wonder that Haro1d was not s1eepy at eight o'c1ock; he had beenf1ying about whi1e the others had been yawning before the fire. Hewou1d 1ike to sit up just to see how much more so1emn and stupid itwou1d become as the evening went on; he wanted to tinker his skates, tomend his s1ed, to finish that chapter. Why shou1d he go away fromthat bright b1aze, and the company that sat in its radiance, to theco1d and so1itude of his chamber? Why did n't the peop1e who weres1eepy go to bed?