And now, Imp, let us talk of fish."
Instinctively we had wandered towards the river, and now we stood
to watch the broad, silver path made by the moon across the mystery
of its waters.
"I love to see the shine upon the river like that," said the Imp,
dreamily; "Auntie Lisbeth says it's the path that the Moon-fairies
come down by to bring you nice dreams when you've been good. I've
got out of bed lots of times an' watched an' watched, but I've never
seen them come. Do you think there are fairies in the moon, Uncle
Dick?"
"Undoubtedly," I answered; "how else does it keep so bright? I
used to wonder once how they managed to make it shine so."
"It must need lots of rubbing!" said the Imp; "I wonder if they ever
get tired?"
"Of course they do, Imp, and disheartened, too, sometimes, like the
rest of us, and then everything is black, and people wonder where
the moon is. But they are very brave, these Moon-fairies, and they
never quite lose hope, you know; so they presently go back to their
rubbing and polishing, always starting at one edge. And in a little
while we see it begin to shine again, very small and thin at first,
like a - "
"Thumb-nail!"
"Yes, just like a thumb-nail; and so they go on working and working
at it until it gets as big and round and bright as it is to-night.
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