"Oh! the night was warm and the moon was bright,
And we pitched our camp in the pale moonlight;
In the pale moonlight and the green, green shade,
And we counted up together all the money we had made."
THE little boy jingled the coins in his hands, and sang reflectively to the Bear's soft music. Their camp fire had died down to a few red embers, and the big moon hanging in the tree-tops made all the world white and black, with one bright splash in the brook below. They had finished their supper, and Bosephus, with the needle and thread given to him by old Mis' Todd, had patiently mended by the firelight a small rent in his trouser leg. Horatio, watching him with a grin, had finally remarked:—
"You see, Bo, if you wore clothes like mine you wouldn't have to do that."
"And if the dog that did that had got his teeth into your clothes, you'd have wished they were like mine. Maybe that's why you didn't give him a chance."
"Let's count the money, Bo."
So then they counted up their day's receipts. There was something more than a dollar in all, and Horatio was much pleased.
