Just then down went the sun behind the woods, and a great darkness settled suddenly around them.
“Who put ve light out?” asked Tod, huskily.
“God,” said Maybee, solemnly; and something in her large black eyes, uplifted so trustingly, checked the sneering laugh on Dick’s lips and made him slink quietly away, without even a whistle.
“Now let’s sit down and see God hang the stars out,” said Maybee.
“My don’t like it to be dark,” whined Tod.
“Why, don’t you merember what the verse says,—that one ’bout the chickens under their mamma’s wing?
“‘Dear little girl, dear little boy,
Afraid of the dark,
Bid your good-night to the daylight with joy,
Be glad of the night; for hark!