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“Bigger than a house,” answered Gleam-o’-the-Murk.

“Oh, my!” exclaimed Sweet-One-Darling, and she began to suspect that the Dream-Fairies were fooling her.

But that night the Dream-Fairies took Sweet-One-Darling with them to the Moon! You don’t believe it, eh? Well, you wait until you ‘ve heard all about it, and then, may be, you not only will believe it, but will want to go there, too.

The Dream-Fairies lifted Sweet-One-Darling carefully out of her cradle; then their wings went “whir-r-r, whir-r-r”–you ‘ve heard a green fly buzzing against a window-pane, have n’t you? That was the kind of whirring noise the Dream-Fairies’ wings made, with the pleasing difference that the Dream-Fairies’ wings produced a soft, soothing music. The cricket under the honeysuckle by the window heard this music and saw the Dream-Fairies carrying Sweet-One-Darling away. “Be sure to bring her back again,” said the cricket, for he was a sociable little fellow and was very fond of little children.

You can depend upon it that Sweet-One-Darling had a delightful time riding through the cool night air in the arms of those Dream-Fairies; it was a good deal like being a bird, only the Dream-Fairies flew very much faster than any bird can fly. As they sped along they told Sweet-One-Darling all about the wonderful things they saw and everything was new to Sweet-One-Darling, for she had never made any journeys before except in the little basket-carriage which Good-Old-Soul, her nurse, propelled every sunny morning up and down the street. Pretty soon they came to a beautiful river, which looked as if it were molten silver; but it was n’t molten silver; it was a river of moonbeams.

“We will take a sail now,” said Gleam-o’-the-Murk. “This river leads straight to the Moon, and it is well worth navigating.”

So they all got into a boat that had a sail made out of ten thousand and ten baby-spiders’ webs, and away they sailed as merrily as you please. Sweet-One-Darling put her feet over the side of the boat and tried to trail them in the river, but the moonbeams tickled her so that she could n’t stand it very long. And what do you think? When she pulled her feet back into the boat she found them covered with dimples. She did n’t know what to make of these phenomena until the Dream-Fairies explained to her that a dimple always remains where a moonbeam tickles a little child. A dimple on the foot is a sure sign that one has been trailing in that beautiful silver river that leads to the Moon.

By and by they got to the Moon. I can’t begin to tell you how large it was; you ‘d not believe me if I did.

“This is very lovely,” said Sweet-One-Darling, “but where are the little babies?”

“Surely you did n’t suppose you ‘d find any babies here!” exclaimed the Dream-Fairies. “Why, in all this bright light the babies would never, never go to sleep! Oh, no; we ‘ll have to look for the babies on the other side of the Moon.”

“Of course we shall,” said Sweet-One-Darling. “I might have guessed as much if I ‘d only stopped to think.”

The Dream-Fairies showed Sweet-One-Darling how to get to the edge of the Moon, and when she had crawled there she held on to the edge very fast and peeped over as cautiously as if she had been a timid little mouse instead of the bravest Sweet-One-Darling in all the world. She was very cautious and quiet, because the Dream-Fairies had told her that she must be very sure not to awaken any of the little babies, for there are no Mothers up there on the other side of the Moon, and if by any chance a little baby is awakened–why, as you would easily suppose, the consequences are exceedingly embarrassing.

“Can you see anything?” asked the Dream-Fairies of Sweet-One-Darling as she clung to the edge of the Moon and peeped over.