When he had thought all this， he did what I expect you would have done if you had been up very early and had a long walk and a great deal of excitement and then a very good meal， and were lying on a sofa in a cool room with no noise in it except when a bee came buzzing in through the wide open windows. He fell asleep.
What woke him was a loud crash. He jumped up off the sofa， staring. He saw at once from the mere look of the room.the lights and shadows all looked different.that he must have slept for several hours. He saw also what had made the crash： a costly porcelain vase which had been standing on the window.sill lay on the floor broken into about thirty pieces. But he hardly noticed all these things. What he did notice was two hands gripping the window. sill from outside. They gripped harder and harder （getting white at the knuckles） and then up came a head and a pair of shoulders. A moment later there was a boy of Shasta’s own age sitting astride the sill with one leg hanging down inside the room.
