“Thereisnosuchfishifyouarestillstrongasyousay.”

“ImayrongasIthink，”theoldmansaid.“ButIknowmanytridIhaveresolution.”

“Yououghttogotobednowsothatyouwillbefreshinthem.IwilltakethethingsbacktotheTerrace.”

“Goodnightthen.Iwillwakeyouinthem.”

“You’remyalarmclock，”theboysaid.

“Ageismyalarmclock，”theoldmansaid.“Whydooldmenwakesoearly？Isittohaveonelongerday？”

“Idon’tknow，”theboysaid.“AllIknowisthatyoungboyssleeplateandhard.”

“Irememberit，”theoldmansaid.“I’llwakenyouintime.”

“IdonotlikeforhimtowakeisasthoughIwereinferior.”

“Iknow.”

“Sleepwelloldman.”

Theboywentout.Theyhadeatenwithnolightoableandtheoldmantookoffhistrousersaobedinthedark.Herolledhistrousersuptomakeapillow，puttingtheneerihem.Herolledhimselfintheblaaoheroldneersthatcoveredthespringsofthebed.

HewasasleepinashorttimeandhedreamedofAfricawhenhewasaboyandthelonggoldenbeachesaebeaches，sowhitetheyhurtyoureyes，andthehighcapesandthegreatbrownmountains.Hel
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