"'The Man in the Moon
Came down too soon,'—
and that doesn't go with all these lovely things you have all been saying."
"It gives me mine, though!" said Phil. And he sang, merrily:
"'The Man in the Moon was looking down,
With winking and with blinking frown,
And stars beamed out bright
To look on the night;
The Man in the Moon was looking!'"
"Phil!" cried Gertrude. "How can you? Comic opera is an insult to a moon like this."
"Oh, indeed!" said her brother. "Sorry I spoke. Next time I'll sing it to some other moon,—one of Jupiter's; or the brick one in Doctor Hale's story. Go on, Toots, since you are so superior. It's your turn."
"'Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all the fruit-tree tops,'"
said Gertrude. "I can't remember the next line."
"What I miss in this game," said Gerald, in a critical tone, "is accuracy. There isn't a fruit-tree on the Point."