'In the darkest night, if any of my pigeons are out on a message, they always see my moon and know where to fly to.' 'But if somebody besides the pigeons were to see it--somebody about the house, I mean--they would come to look what it was and find you.' 'The better for them, then,' said the old lady.

'But it does not happen above five times in a hundred years that anyone does see it.
The greater part of those who do take it for a meteor, wink their eyes, and forget it again.

Besides, nobody could find the room except I pleased.

Besides, again--I will tell you a secret--if that light were to go out you would fancy yourself lying in a bare garret, on a heap of old straw, and would not see one of the pleasant things round about you all the time.' 'I hope it will never go out,' said the princess.
'I hope not.

But it is time we both went to sleep.