"Of course it's not," said Billy.
"Thank you—you're sure I suppose."
"Certainly."
"My, my, my, the poor man in the moon—I wonder what he eats," and Big Gillie began to weep.
"There is no man in the moon," said Billy.
"No man in the moon!" cried all the Gillies and all the Aztecs in one breath.
"No."
"Wicked boy," said His Terics. "We were warned by Nickel Plate that you didn't believe in your Mother Goose, but we didn't think it would be this bad."
"What is the harm if I don't believe in such things?" asked Billy.