A strange something crept into his heart and stole up to his busy brain. Something was at work brushing away dusty old facts, and underneath them all bright fancies made themselves known.
Uncle John Philip, the great professor began to half sing and partly recite a song about the moon.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, up in the sky,
What do you do, up there so high?
Do you watch your baby stars all night
And smile into their faces bright?
Ah! Lady Moon, I’ve watched you play
At hide-and-seek with clouds in gray.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, in your golden car,
Do you ride on the milky way afar,