Toby imagined that in that beautiful place he could, with the monkey,
stay contented for any number of days; but after he had rested a
time, played with his pet a little, and eaten just a trifle more
of the lunch, the time passed so slowly that he soon made up his
mind to run the risk of meeting Mr. Lord or Mr. Castle again by
going out of the woods the first thing the next morning.
Very many times before the sun set that day was Toby tempted to
run the risk that night, for the sake of the change, if no more;
but as he thought the matter over he saw how dangerous such a course
would be and he forced himself to wait.
That night he did not sleep as soundly as on the previous one, for
the very good reason that he was not as tired. He awoke several
times; and the noise of the night birds alarmed him to such an
extent that he was obliged to awaken the old monkey for company.
But the night passed despite his fears, as all nights will, whether
a boy is out in the woods alone or tucked up in his own little bed
at home. In the morning Toby made all possible haste to get away,
for each moment that he stayed now made him more impatient to be
moving toward home.
He washed himself as quickly as possible, ate his breakfast with
the most unseemly haste, and, taking up his bundles and the monkey,
once more started, as he supposed, in the direction from which he
had entered the woods.
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