"There!" said his mother. "The moon has come to tell you good-night. See how it is smiling."
The moon shone right into the child's eyes. "Good night, little child, sleep well," it seemed to say.
"Good night," said he; and he lay still on his bed, and watched the moon while his mother sang:—
Music by Elizabeth K. Dingus
Lovely moon, lovely moon, smiling on high,
Like a bright angel's face up in the sky,
Baby is watching you, Baby and I,
Lovely moon, lovely moon, up in the sky.
"Can the moon see the lambs?" asked the child sleepily. His eyelids were so heavy that he could scarcely keep them open, while the moon looked in at the window and his mother sang:—