The stars were their children, of course, and they seemed to run about the ceiling just as they pleased; but the sun and the moon had regular motions--rose and set at the proper times, for they were steady old folks.

I do not, however, remember ever seeing them rise or set; they were always up and near the centre before the dream dawned on me.

It would always come in one way: I thought I awoke in the middle of the night, and lo! there was the room with the sun and the moon and the stars at their pranks and revels in the ceiling--Mr.Sun nodding and smiling across the intervening space to Mrs.Moon, and she nodding back to him with a knowing look, and the corners of her mouth drawn down.

I have vague memories of having heard them talk.

At times I feel as if I could yet recall something of what they said, but it vanishes the moment I try to catch it.