106 “TROTTY'S WEDDING TOUR.

last, “‘ with silver dresses, and diamond mountains, and cas-
tles with great pearl doors, and little princes riding white
horses, and -—”

“No, ma’am,” interrupted the Man in the Moon, “ there
is n’t anybody but me.”

“ Don’t you get dreadfully tired of it?’ said Ruby, begin-
ning to feel very sorry for him.

He gave a little short groan, and, taking a black silk hand-
kerchief out of his pocket, began to wipe his eyes. The
handkerchief was so large that it dragged on the floor, and
covered him quite out of sight, till he began to feel in better
spirits, when he folded it up sixteen times, and put it back in
its place. :

“Who hems your handkerchiefs ?”’ asked Ruby, suddenly.

“Hem ’em myself.”

“ Why, how did you learn to sew?”

“O, I always knew how: first time J remember anything
about myself, I was sitting on top of a thorn-tree, mending a
pair of mittens.”

“You were?”

“Yes,” said the old gentleman, with a meditative air,
“T was.”

Seeing how much enjoyment he appeared to take from the
heat of the fire, Ruby suddenly bethought herself that he
might also fancy some supper; especially, poor man! as his
bill of fare in his own residence was so uninviting. So she
stole away on tiptoe to the closet, and brought out the re-