Windekind took off his little blue mantle and spread it over Johannes and himself.
So they lay down on the gentle slope, in the fragrant moss, with their arms about each other's neck.
"Your heads lie rather low," said the rabbit. "Will you rest them against me?"
They did so.
"Good-night, Mother!" said Windekind to the moon.
Then Johannes shut the little gold key tight in his hand, pressed his head against the downy coat of the good rabbit, and fell fast asleep.
[1] Windekind = Child of the Winde or Windflower.
[2] In Dutch, the word sun is feminine.