Everybody besides me was asleep all over the world, and had abandoned me to my fate, whatever might come out of the darkness to seize me.

When I got round the edge of the stone wall, which on another side bounded the corn-yard, there was the moon--crescent, as I saw her in my dream, but low down towards the horizon, and lying almost upon her rounded back.

She looked very disconsolate and dim.

Even she would take no heed of me, abandoned child! The stars were high up, away in the heavens.

They did not look like the children of the sun and moon at all, and _they_ took no heed of me.