Come in and look out of my window, and you will soon satisfy yourself that there is a moon looking in at it.' The gentleness of the voice made Curdie remember his manners.

He shut the door, and drew a step or two nearer to the moonlight.
All the time the sound of the spinning had been going on and on, and Curdie now caught sight of the wheel.

Oh, it was such a thin, delicate thing--reminding him of a spider's web in a hedge.

It stood in the middle of the moonlight, and it seemed as if the moonlight had nearly melted it away.

A step nearer, he saw, with a start, two little hands at work with it.