46 STORIES OF EARTH AND SKY 



Gheezis, the Night Sun, is brief, and Weeng, the 

 Sleep Spirit, is ever wrestling with him for pos- 

 session of it. Ask what you wish to know 

 quickly, lest Weeng touches your eyelids with his 

 fingers." 



" I'd like very much to know exactly what you 

 are, and and and all the whys everything 

 about you and if there are any people living on 

 you ? " 



" If you wish to know who I am, it is easily 

 told more easily than what I was, for that is a 

 mystery. I am a thing of the past, a back num- 

 ber. A desolate, worn-out, cold-hearted sort of 

 an earth, destitute of everything. I am out of 

 heat, water, air, and people. 



" I'm not even the Moon, as people on your 

 Earth call me, but only a moon dancing attendance 

 on my little earth as many other moons escort 

 their earths here in Skyland, in the endless race 

 around the Sun. I have always been accustomed 

 to playing second fiddle to the Earth, so of course 

 I'm used to it ; but I do think I deserve to have a 

 better fate than to have wash day named after 

 me." 



"Washday! How?" 



"Moonday, or Monday, as you House People 

 will spell it, taking advantage of my helpless con- 



