THE FLOWER MARKET H5 



bumpy, swollen face buried in the fresh earth, 

 trying to imagine that he had not been foolish. 



The birds were having a grand concert, for 

 there were young ones in almost every nest, 

 and hosts of members were trooping to the Robin 

 Club in the cedars. After supper, Tommy-Anne 

 walked up and down by the honeysuckle trellis, 

 waiting for whatever might turn up ; for since 

 she had worn the Magic Spectacles something 

 interesting was all the time happening. The new 

 moon was slipping down the sky in the northwest, 

 and the sight of it reminded her of what the 

 little Oak had said about the Moon Moth and the 

 Land of Nod, where the flowers slept. Then she 

 felt something fly lightly by and touch her hand. 

 She looked again, and there was an exquisite 

 moth, actually resting on her sleeve, its gauzy 

 wings spread flatly, and not fluttering like some 

 of its butterfly kin. 



" You wished to go to the Land of Nod, so I 

 have come," said a silvery voice. 



" What are you ? " whispered Tommy- Anne ; 

 44 a moonbeam ? " 



" Not that, but the next thing to it. I am the 

 Moon Moth," he said, spreading his long-tailed 

 transparent wings, that were of the same shim- 

 mering green as a young poppy leaf when the dew 



