"'Whether his mother would let him or no,'" continued Harry; "of course I remember all about him. So the wolf went after the toad and——"
"He prayed that the moon would light him on his way," continued Mary; "and his prayer was heard. By the clear light of the full moon he ran after the toad, and he nearly caught her, when, what do you think happened?"
"Oh, go on, sister; tell me quickly!" said Harry excitedly.
"Why, the toad jumped right onto the face of the moon, and, turning round to the wolf, said: 'How's that, Mr. Wolf?' And she is laughing at the wolf to this day."
"That was a clever little toad," said Harry, laughing; "and how vexed Mr. Wolf must have been! Are there any more people on the moon—I mean story people?"
"Yes, there is one we read about in the legend of Hiawatha. Don't you remember how Nokomis tells about a warrior
"'... Who very angry
Seized his grandmother, and threw her
Up into the sky at midnight,
Right against the moon he threw her: