"Why, then—my prayers did reach!"
"Why, of course,—prayers always reach, my Porges."
"Then, oh!—do you s'pose I shall find the fortune, too?"
"Not a doubt of it,—just look at the moon!"
"The—moon?"
"Why, haven't you noticed how—er—peculiar it is to-night?"
"Peculiar?" repeated Small Porges breathlessly, turning to look at it.
"Why, yes, my Porges,—big, you know, and—er—yellow,—like—er—like a very large sovereign."
"Do you mean—Oh! do you mean—it's—the—" But here Small Porges choked suddenly, and could only look his question.
"The Money Moon?—Oh yes—there she is at last, my Porges! Take a good look at her, I don't suppose we shall ever see another."