Thestudentwasconfused，anddidnotapproachhimagainallthejourney。Themorningcameonrapidly。Themoonturnedpaleandmeltedawayintothedullgreysky，thecloudturnedyellowallover，thestarsgrewdim，buttheeastwasstillcold-lookingandthesamecolourastherestofthesky，sothatonecouldhardlybelievethesunwashiddeninit。
Thechillofthemorningandthesurlinessofthepostmangraduallyinfectedthestudent。Helookedapatheticallyatthecountryaroundhim，waitedforthewarmthofthesun，andthoughtofnothingbuthowdreadfulandhorribleitmustbeforthepoortreesandthegrasstoendurethecoldnights。Thesunrosedim，drowsy，andcold。Thetree-topswerenotgildedbytheraysoftherisingsun，asusuallydescribed，thesunbeamsdidnotcreepovertheearthandtherewasnosignofjoyintheflightofthesleepybirds。Thecoldremainedjustthesamenowthatthesunwasupasithadbeeninthenight。
Thestudentlookeddrowsilyandill-humouredlyatthecurtainedwindowsofamansionbywhichthemailcartdrove。Behindthosewindows，hethought，peopleweremostlikelyenjoyingtheirsoundestmorningsleepnothearingthebells，norfeelingthecold，norseeingthepostman’sangryface；andifthebelldidwakesomeyounglady，shewouldturnoverontheotherside，smileinthefulnessofherwarmthandcomfort，and，drawingupherfeetandputtingherhandunderhercheek，wouldgoofftosleepmoresoundlythanever。
Thestudentlookedatthepondwhichgleamednearthehouseandthoughtofthecarpandthepikewhichfinditpossibletoliveincoldwater。
“It’sagainsttheregulationstotakeanyonewiththepost……“thepostmansaidunexpectedly。“It’snotallowed！Andsinceitisnotallowed，peoplehavenobusinesstogetin。