I put my arm round him, hugged him close to me, and began to cry, and the crying brought me sleep.
It was a very long time now since I had dreamt my old childish dream; but this night it returned.

The old sunny-faced sun looked down upon me very solemnly.

There was no smile on his big mouth, no twinkle about the corners of his little eyes.

He looked at Mrs.Moon as much as to say, "What is to be done?
The boy has been going the wrong way: must we disown him ?" The moon neither shook her head nor moved her lips, but turned as on a pivot, and stood with her back to her husband, looking very miserable.

Not one of the star-children moved from its place.