Through the thick leaves the moon was shining like a great white fire, and must have looked to her sleepy eyes almost within a yard of her.

Even if she had not been half asleep, so beheld through the leaves, it would have taken her a while to make up her mind what the huge bright thing was.

Then she heard a great fluttering as if the leaves were talking to her, and out of them came a soft wind that blew in her face, and felt very sweet and pleasant.

She rubbed her eyes again, but could not get the sleep out of them.

As last she said to Willie, who stood as still as a stone--but her tongue and her voice and her lips could hardly make the words she wanted them to utter: "Am I awake?
Am I dreaming?
It's so nice!" Willie did not answer her, and the little head sunk on his shoulder again.