“Thank you, kind Moon Man, for your good wishes and for your bright light.”
And on and on he trudged.
The orange sun was peeping its head above the horizon when the queer little old man reached the edge of the forest.
What warmth the glorious sun gave! His rays gave warmth of heart as well as warmth of body.
The old man sat down on a log, to rest his tired legs and to take a bite to eat.
Then a voice within the queer little old man began to talk.
It said: “Perhaps, after all, you should not have left the quaint old town. You were a coward to run away.
“Ever since young Mr. Spendthrift came there to live you have been discontented. And when the people began to take his advice rather than yours, you grew angry and left.
“Is that the way for an old man to do who always had plenty to eat and to wear?”
But another voice with a fiery little temper was waiting to be heard.