"After that," said the man gravely, as he put his flageolet back in his pocket, "I think I will show you the inside of my knapsack."
The girl bent down eagerly, while he loosened the straps, but gave a cry of disappointment when she saw the contents.
"Pictures!" she said.
"Pictures," echoed the man drily,—"pictures of dreams. I don't know how you're going to see them. Perhaps the moon will do her best."
The girl looked at them nicely, and passed them on one by one to the boy. Presently she made a discovery.
"Oh, boy!" she cried, "your tears are spoiling all the pictures."
"I'm sorry," said the boy huskily; "I can't help it."
"I know," the man said quickly; "it doesn't matter a bit. I expect you've seen these pictures before."
"I know them all," said the boy, "but I have never seen them."
The man frowned.