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Chapter XXVIII. Little Daylight

           ForatcertainseasonsthepalacerangallnightwithburstsoflaughterfromlittleDaylight,whosehearttheoldfairy’scursecouldnotreach;shewasDaylightstill,onlyalittleinthewrongplace,forshealwaysdroppedasleepatthefirsthintofdawnintheeast.Buthermerrimentwasofshortduration.Whenthemoonwasatthefull,shewasingloriousspirits,andasbeautifulasitwaspossibleforachildofheragetobe.Butasthemoonwaned,shefaded,untilatlastshewaswanandwitheredlikethepoorest,sickliestchildyoumightcomeuponinthestreetsofagreatcityinthearmsofahomelessmother.Thenthenightwasquietastheday,forthelittlecreaturelayinhergorgeouscradlenightanddaywithhardlyamotion,andindeedatlastwithoutevenamoan,likeonedead.Atfirsttheyoftenthoughtshewasdead,butatlasttheygotusedtoit,andonlyconsultedthealmanactofindthemomentwhenshewouldbegintorevive,which,ofcourse,waswiththefirstappearanceofthesilverthreadofthecrescentmoon.Thenshewouldmoveherlips,andtheywouldgiveheralittlenourishment;andshewouldgrowbetterandbetterandbetter,untilforafewdaysshewassplendidlywell.Whenwell,shewasalwaysmerriestoutinthemoonlight;butevenwhennearherworst,sheseemedbetterwhen,inwarmsummernights,theycarriedhercradleoutintothelightofthewaningmoon.Theninhersleepshewouldsmilethefaintest,mostpitifulsmile.

           Foralongtimeveryfewpeopleeversawherawake.

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