Thirty-Second Evening"I love the children," said the Moon, "especially the
quite little ones—they are so droll. Sometimes I peep into the
room, between the curtain and the window frame, when they are not
thinking of me. It gives me pleasure to see them dressing and
undressing. First, the little round n***d shoulder comes creeping
out of the frock, then the arm; or I see how the stocking is drawn
off, and a plump little white leg makes its appearance, and a white
little foot that is fit to be kissed, and I kiss it too.
"But about what I was going to tell you. This evening I
looked through a window, before which no curtain was drawn, for
nobody lives opposite. I saw a whole troop of little ones, all of
one family, and among them was a little sister. She is only four
years old, bu
