angels could go in it, that must be the way the angels did go.'

'Yes, yes, I see! But what has that to do with the glow-worms?'

'Don't you see, uncle? If it be the milky way, the stars must be the
cows. Look at my cows, uncle. Their milk is very pretty milk, isn't
it?'

'Very pretty, indeed, my dear--rather green.'

'Then I suppose if you could put it in auntie's pan, you might make
another moon of it?'

'That's being silly now,' said my uncle; and I ceased, abashed.

'Look, look, uncle!' I exclaimed, a moment after; 'they don't like
being talked about, my cows.'

For as if a cold gust of wind had passed over them, they all dwindled
and paled. I thought they were going out.

'Oh dear, oh dear!' I cried, and began dancing about with dismay. The
next instant the glow returned, and the hollow was radiant.

'Oh, the dear light!' I cried again. 'Look at it, uncle! Isn't it
lovely?'

He took me by the hand. His actions were always so much more tender
than his words!