44 STORIES OF EARTH AND SKY 



By this time the Moon had passed the farther 

 window and was peeping in at the one nearest 

 her bed. 



44 You had better go into bed and be quite com- 

 fortable," said the voice that came down the 

 moonbeams ; "my story is rather a long one and 

 you will be cold sitting there on the floor, for my 

 rays cannot give you warmth as the sun's do." 

 The voice was perfectly distinct, and yet it 

 sounded very far off and cool, like wind that had 

 blown over an icy mountain. 



" It's very strange," thought Anne, " that I can 

 understand what the Moon says. It isn't a 

 near-by thing, it doesn't belong to the Flower 

 Market or the Brotherhood of Beasts or Birds, 

 and it certainly doesn't do any work for Heart of 

 Nature. I wonder to what family it belongs ? " 



"The Winds of Night, the Winds of Night, 

 who has work for us," whispered the familiar 

 voices in the chimney, and, as if at their call, a 

 flock of gray silver-edged clouds trooped past the 

 moon, casting shadows on the floor. 



44 Mudjekeewis, is that you ? You who go 

 everywhere and fly far above the earth when you 

 drive your cloud horses, have you ever been to 

 the Moon ? Perhaps you keep your chariots 

 there." 



