This was the most of what he had to say; and he dropped asleep with the feeling that God was listening to him.
After a long while, as it seemed to him, though it was only an hour, there was a light and some bustle in the room. It was Phil and two others coming to bed.
“O Phil!” cried Hugh, starting bolt upright and winking with sleep,—“I meant to keep awake, to ask you to be sure and call me in the morning, time enough,—quite time enough, please.”
The others laughed; and Phil asked whether he had not seen the bell, as he came; and what it should be for but to ring everybody up in the morning.
“But I might not hear it,” pleaded Hugh.
“Not hear it? You’ll soon see that.”
“Well, but you will see that I really do wake, won’t you?”
“The bell will take care of that, I tell you,” was all he could get from Phil.