Twenty-First Evening"I saw a little girl weeping," said the Moon; "she was
weeping over the depravity of the world. She had received a most
beautiful doll as a present. Oh, that was a glorious doll, so fair
and delicate! She did not seem created for the sorrows of this
world. But the brothers of the little girl, those great naughty
boys, had set the doll high up in the branches of a tree and had
run away.
"The little girl could not reach up to the doll, and could
not help her down, and that is why she was crying. The doll must
certainly have been crying too, for she stretched out her arms
among the green branches, and looked quite mournful. Yes, these are
the troubles of life of which the little girl had often heard tell.
Alas, poor doll! it began to grow dark already; and supp
