100 TROTTY S WEDDING TOUR. thought that they were little rainbow kisses tossed up at the moon. She sat down on the floor right in a flood of light, with her hands folded, and her eyes looking up through the tree-tops, like a bit of a silver statue. And sitting so, she began to think —as Ruby loved to think when she was alone — about the rivers of molten pearl, and the diamond mountain, and the silver grass on silvered fields, and the trees with rainbows for blossoms and jewels for fruit, and the little ladies dressed in spun dew-drops, and—O, so many things that might be in the moon! If one could only find out for certain ! «“ Q—I—really —why, what’s that? O dear me!” said Ruby at last, scrambling to her feet in a hurry. For some- thing or somebody was walking through the air, down upon the broadest of the moonbeams. Almost before she could draw a breath, it stood close upon the outside of the window, — something very large and very dark, but whether it was a man or an animal, Ruby could not decide. “0, you can’t, you know,” she began, moving away a little, “you can’t possibly get through the window: if you ’ll wait till father comes, maybe I "ll let you in at the door.” But, to her unutterable surprise, the strange visitor at this came directly through the window without the slightest diffi- culty, or without making so much asa crack in the glass, and landed on the floor beside her. “ Oh!—-if you please won’t!—why, I never did!” said