“What did he do to the moon?” asked the Kitten, because she didn’t exactly understand.
“What do you think about this?” asked the Princess. “If a little child—so tall”—she showed, with her hand—“follows a beautiful lady with a lantern hung on her arm, don’t you think, once in a great while, his round little head might come in the way, and interfere with its light?”
“It did. That was it,” said the Kitten comfortably.
Then, with Lady Moon throwing leaf patterns and white light down upon them, and the whole world very still, the Princess told them a song:—
“Who loves to follow wherever you roam,
Lady Moon?”
“Bee Baby.”
“Is he happy in Starland?—so far from his home?”
“He may be.
“Over Milky-Way meadows