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One time Sweet-One-Darling heard her brother, little Our-Golden-Son, talking with the nurse. The nurse was a very wise woman and they called her Good-Old-Soul, because she was so kind to children. Little Our-Golden-Son was very knowing for a little boy only two years old, but there were several things he did not know about and one of these things troubled him a good deal and he went to the wise nurse to find out all about it.

“Tell me, Good-Old-Soul,” said he, “where did I come from?”

Good-Old-Soul thought this a very natural question for little Our-Golden-Son to ask, for he was a precocious boy and was going to be a great man some time.

“I asked your mother that very question the other day,” said Good-Old-Soul, “and what do you think she told me? She told me that the Doctor-Man brought you! She told me that one night she was wishing all to herself that she had a little boy with light golden hair and dark golden eyes. ‘If I had such a little boy,’ said she, ‘I should call him Our-Golden-Son.’ While she was talking this way to herself, rap-tap-rap came a knock at the door. ‘Who is there?’ asked your mother. ‘I am the Doctor-Man,’ said the person outside, ‘and I have brought something for you.’ Then the Doctor-Man came in and he carried a box in one hand. ‘I wonder what can be in the box!’ thought your mother. Now what do you suppose it was?”

“Bananas?” said little Our-Golden-Son.

“No, no,” answered Good-Old-Soul, “it was nothing to eat; it was the cutest, prettiest little baby boy you ever saw! Oh, how glad your mother was, and what made her particularly happy was this: The little baby boy had light golden hair and dark golden eyes! ‘Did you really bring this precious little boy for me?’ asked your mother. ‘Indeed I did,’ said the Doctor-Man, and he lifted the little creature out of the box and laid him very tenderly in your mother’s arms. That ‘s how you came, little Our-Golden-Son, and it was very good of the Doctor-Man to bring you, was n’t it?”

Little Our-Golden-Son was much pleased with this explanation. As for Sweet-One-Darling, she was hardly satisfied with what the nurse had told. So that night when the fairies–the Dream-Fairies–came, she repeated the nurse’s words to them.

“What I want to know,” said Sweet-One-Darling, “is this: Where did the Doctor-Man get little Our-Golden Son? I don’t doubt the truth of what Good-Old-Soul says, but Good-Old-Soul does n’t tell how the Doctor-Man came to have little Our-Golden-Son in the box. How did little Our-Golden-Son happen to be in the box? Where did he come from before he got into the box?”

“That is easy enough to answer,” said Gleam-o’-the-Murk. “We Dream-Fairies know all about it. Before he got into the Doctor-Man’s box little Our-Golden-Son lived in the Moon. That’s where all little babies live before the Doctor-Man brings them.”

“Did I live there before the Doctor-Man brought me?” asked Sweet-One-Darling.

“Of course you did,” said Gleam-o’-the-Murk. “I saw you there a long, long time before the Doctor-Man brought you.”

“But I thought that the Moon was a big, round soda-cracker,” said Sweet-One-Darling.

That made the Dream-Fairies laugh. They assured Sweet-One-Darling that the Moon was not a soda-cracker, but a beautiful round piece of silver way, way up in the sky, and that the stars were little Moons, bearing the same relationship (in point of size) to the old mother Moon that a dime does to a big silver dollar.

“And how big is the Moon?” asked Sweet-One-Darling. “Is it as big as this room?”

“Oh, very, very much bigger,” said the Dream-Fairies.

“I guess it must be as big as a house,” suggested Sweet-One-Darling.