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e had gone to bed much later than as a child in England．And there they were—at least，three of the summer constellations could be seen from where she lay: the Ship，the Hammer，and the Leopard．“Dear old Leopard，”she murmured happily to herself．
Instead of getting drowsier she was getting more awake—with an odd，night-time，dreamish kind of wakefulness．The Creek was growing brighter．She knew now that then moon was on it，though she couldn’t see the moon．And now she began to feel that the whole forest was coming awake like herself．Hardly knowing why she did it，she got up quickly and walked a little distance away from their bivouac．
“This is lovely，”said Lucy to herself．It was cool and fresh，delicious smells were floating everywhere．Somewhere close by she heard the twitter of a nightingale beginning to sing，then stopping，then beginning again．It was a little lighter ahead．She went towards the light and came to a place where there were fewer trees，and whole patches or pools of moonl
