Being seated, he takes from his satchel a book--not the Latin grammar, but a contraband volume of fairy tales. There will be light enough yet for an hour to serve his keen young vision. Besides, the moon waits on him; her beam, dim and vague as yet, fills the glade where he sits.

Being seated, he takes from his satchel a book - a volume of fairy tales. There will be light enough to read by for an hour.
