It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are， the nger you take about getting to bed； especially if you re lucky enough to have a fire in your room. Jill felt she ouldn’t even start undressing unless she sat down in front f the fire for a bit first. And once she had sat down， she idn‘t want to get up again. She had already said to herself bout five times， “I must go to bed”， when she was startled y a tap on the window.
She got up， pulled the curtain， and at first saw nothing ut darkness. Then she jumped and started backwards， for omething very large had dashed itself against the window， iving a sharp tap on the glass as it did so. A very unpleasant ea came into her head. “Suppose they have giant moths this country！ Ugh！” But then the thing came back， and his time she was almost sure she saw a beak， and that the eak had made that tapping noise. “It’s some huge bird，” hought Jill. “Could it be an eagle？” She didn‘t very much ant a visit even from an eagle， but she opened the window nd looked out. Instantly， with a great whirring noise， the reature alighted on the window.sill and stood there filling p the whole window， so that Jill had to step back to makeoom for it. It was the Owl.