breakfast. Catherine and Chester washed up the dishes and went to school and down I went onto the couch and slept, until noon. Then I got them a light lunch (their father did not come home at noon) and as soon as we had eaten it they went back to school again, and I to my couch, where I slept until almost night. And I went to bed at eight and never turned over until six in the morning. I let all my work go. My bed was open all day and spread up when I was ready to get into it. During the day when I was sleeping I would start up half awake every little while and think "Oh, I must get up and clean up this house !" Then I'd remember and drop back --- "No," I would say, "if God wants the work done he can wake me up and make me want to do it." So I slept on, for ten days or more. Then after I had slept an hour one morning I suddenly grew wide awake, feeling that fresh, alert pleasure that one ought always to feel when waking up. And it came into my mind that I would like to get up and clean the kitchen thoroughly and get ready for a nice lunch and six-oclock dinner. "Ah, that is God working in me," I said to myself; and I got up and put myself in order, and cleaned and planned and cooked all that blessed day, with a keen yet quiet pleasure in my work such as I could not remember ever having experienced before. And at night I was not tired, and the children and their father were angelic.

The next day I had no inclination to sleep. I wanted to clean, and improve things. "Ah, God is putting new desires in me," I thought, and I was glad. There was no more sleeping in the day time. Whenever I had the least inclination to stop work, or