But the sky seems so near, and the moon and the stars so friendly." "You haven't slept out of doors as I have hundreds of times," he answered.

"The night and I are brothers; the stars are my little cousins; and the moon"-- he giggled in his boyish way--"is my maiden aunt.

She's so prudish and so kind and friendly, as you say.

She's like an aunt I had--Aunt Samantha.

She was my father's sister.